The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Paying for My Actions

Draven.

A stunned silence filled the air. Then, like a wave crashing against the rocks, the whispers erupted.

"Did she... she just refuse?"

"A cursed, wolfless disgrace rejecting an Alpha?"

"This has never happened before!"

"How dare she?"

Murmurs of shock rippled through the gathered werewolves, their voices rising in disbelief. The council elders exchanged tense glances, their expressions a mix of outrage and intrigue.

A few scoffed, whispering about how foolish I was for choosing a woman like her. Some simply watched, waiting to see how I would react.

But I barely heard them.

Because my gaze was locked on her.

Meredith stood before me, her posture straight, her chin tilted slightly upward. Beneath the white bridal veil, I could see the faintest glint of defiance in her violet eyes. She wasn’t shaking. She wasn’t cowering.

She was daring me.

Her rejection echoed in the air, defying centuries of tradition, defying the entire werewolf hierarchy, defying me.

My jaw clenched. A slow, burning heat curled in my chest, my wolf, Rhovan, stirring in agitation.

"She belongs to us," he snarled. "She has no right to refuse."

"She thinks she does," I murmured back.

Rhovan growled. "Fix it."

And so, I did.

Turning away from Meredith, I faced the priest and spoke.

"Yes."

The effect was immediate.

Gasps erupted from the crowd, even louder than before. A fresh wave of murmurs spread through the guests as they struggled to comprehend what I had just done.

The priest blinked, his wrinkled face twisting in confusion. His gaze flickered between me and Meredith.

"Alpha Draven," he hesitated, his voice unsure, "that is not how—"

"I accept Meredith Carter as my wife." My voice was firm. Unyielding. "Proceed with the ceremony."

The priest opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but I turned my head slightly—just enough to meet his gaze with a cold, silent warning.

He swallowed thickly and shut his mouth.

A shift rippled through the crowd. The guests were beginning to realize what was happening. I wasn’t asking for Meredith’s hand. I was taking it.

Meredith stiffened beside me. I could almost hear the sharp intake of breath beneath her veil.

I felt her glare burning into the side of my face.

"This is madness," she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. "You can’t do this."

I turned my head slightly, just enough to meet her defiant gaze. "Watch me."

Her fists clenched at her sides.

Rhovan rumbled in approval. "Good. Don’t let her slip away."

The priest hesitated again, clearing his throat. "A mutual agreement is required, my Lord. The sacred bond—"

"Go on with the ceremony." My voice was quiet but laced with power.

The priest froze.

The future werewolf king had spoken.

After a tense moment, he let out a slow breath and reached for the ceremonial binding cloth.

But Meredith wasn’t done fighting.

"You can’t force me into this," she whispered harshly. "I don’t accept you."

I leaned in slightly, just enough for my voice to reach her ears.

"Little wolf, be obedient."

Her breath hitched.

I tilted my head, casting a casual glance toward the crowd—toward the hundreds of wolves watching her, their eyes dark with scorn, their lips curled in disdain. Her father sat among them, his expression murderous, his fingers clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles were white.

Meredith followed my gaze. And when she did, I felt the moment her body tensed beside me.

A mistake.

I smirked. ’Foolish, little wolf. You should know by now—no one denies me.’

"That’s more like it," I murmured, straightening. Then, I turned to the priest.

He glanced towards the Council of Elders, hoping that one of them would intervene, but when they didn’t, he let out a deep sigh of surrender.

The priest lifted the ceremonial cloth, his voice steady despite the tension.

"Draven Oatrun, do you swear upon this union, upon the spirits of your ancestors and the laws of our kind, to accept Meredith Carter as your mate and wife?"

"I do," I answered without hesitation.

The priest turned to Meredith. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before asking, "Meredith Carter, do you swear upon this union to accept Alpha Draven Oatrun as your mate and husband?"

Silence.

A long, dangerous silence.

Meredith’s fingers curled around the fabric of her dress.

The guests leaned forward.

So, even she knows when to surrender.

Smart, little wolf. For now.

*~Meredith~*

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