The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: Saving Her King (V)

[Third Person].

Draven did not react outwardly, but his fingers tightened subtly against the armrest of the throne.

Estella leaned even closer. "You think hiding what you are makes you stronger?" she whispered. "You think they would still kneel... if they knew?"

His gaze sharpened, a storm brewing in it.

Estella straightened slowly and stepped back, giving the hall her profile again. Then she said clearly, voice carrying, "You sit on a throne built on lies."

Murmurs rippled faintly through the Elders. Meanwhile, Draven’s eyes never left her. She met his gaze and smiled again—manipulative, daring.

"Go on," she said. "Tell them. Tell them what you truly are."

The challenge hung in the air like a drawn sword.

Draven’s fury simmered beneath stillness, but he did not rise to it. He would not let her destabilize him. He definitely would not give her that satisfaction.

"What do you want?" he asked instead.

Estella’s smile widened slightly. "Ah. There it is." She circled him slowly now, like a predator inspecting its prey.

"But just know that no matter what it is," Draven continued evenly, "you cannot have it."

Her laughter rang sharp this time. "Your confidence is... charming."

Then almost immediately, the laughter stopped abruptly. And her expression shifted to cold, claiming.

She stopped directly in front of him again and looked at the throne beneath him. Then at him. Her voice dropped into something far more dangerous.

"You are sitting in my seat."

Once again, murmurs spread through the hall like a rising tide. Alphas exchanged glances. Elders leaned toward one another, whispering sharply. Her statement hung heavy in the air.

Draven’s voice cut through the noise. "Which seat are you referring to, Estella?"

One of the Alphas tried to take a step forward, fury flashing in his eyes despite the vampires surrounding him.

"You have lost your mind. You invade Stormveil with vampires and dare to speak of taking the throne?"

Estella did not look offended. She looked amused instead. "As Randall Oatrun’s first child," she said smoothly, "it is my turn to reign."

A ripple of disbelief followed.

Then she gave a soft snigger. "And where is Randall? That old man should be here. I suppose he knew I was coming and decided not to show his face."

Oscar’s voice came steady from the side. "You have no biological tie to Randall Oatrun. You were adopted. Nothing more."

Estella turned her head slowly toward him. Her smile sharpened. "An adopted child," she said softly, "is still a child."

Then she faced the hall again, spreading her hands slightly.

"I forgot to introduce myself properly." Her eyes gleamed. "I am Estella Oatrun." She paused for a bit, then asked, "Does that make more sense now?"

Her laughter echoed—controlled, but edged with madness.

An Elder with a face red with fury spat back, "You plotted treason once and were banished for it. Now you return with more audacity to usurp the throne? Where does a vampire get such guts?"

Estella’s smirk deepened. "This," she said.

Just then, Rhovan’s voice echoed in his mind. "Do not listen to her. She is trying to disarm and control your mind."

Draven responded sharply through the bond, "It’s not like I’m deaf. And it’s not like she is wrong."

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