The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Saving Her King (VII)

[Third Person].

Blades hovered in midair, turning as if held by invisible hands.

Draven, still on the floor, watched without surprise. But the Alphas and Elders stared in stunned recognition.

’Fae.’

’She has fae blood.’

The realization spread like wildfire. But on the other hand, Estella’s smirk faded. For the first time, something like caution entered her expression.

Meredith raised a hand, causing the weapons to pivot and aim straight at Estella. She instinctively took a half step back. Estella had expected a wolf. Not this.

"Kill her!" Estella snapped.

As soon as she issued that command, her vampire soldiers surged forward, abandoning the hostages and charging at Meredith with terrifying speed.

At the same time, Meredith’s fingers curled, and the weapons shot forward. Blades sliced through the air like silver comets. Spears pierced vampire torsos. Daggers embedded into skulls. Several vampires collapsed before even reaching her.

Their screeches echoed, then Meredith drew her sword in one fluid motion. Her fingers slid along its blade, and immediately, lilac-purple light ignited along the steel. The sword hummed.

Estella’s eyes widened.

"She is fae-blooded," someone whispered.

Meredith advanced. Her sword carved through two vampires in a single arc, the enchanted blade burning through undead flesh. Another leapt at her—she ducked, pivoted, drove her glowing blade upward through his chest.

Her silver hair came loose from its bindings. It fell behind her like a waterfall of moonlight as she fought.

She was precise and deadly with her attacks.

At the same time, Oscar finally rushed to Draven’s side, now that the coast was clear, helping him to sit upright.

"Your Majesty—"

"I’m fine," Draven muttered. Though blood still streaked his jaw, his eyes never left Meredith. Pride flickered there.

Across the hall, Estella’s jaw tightened. Her soldiers were falling too easily. And unable to bear it, she barked sharply, "Stop!"

The remaining vampires froze. Meredith did too, her chest rising and falling, her sword still glowing faintly in her grip.

Then, Estella stepped forward. "I will take her," she declared as her gaze locked with Meredith’s.

Meredith’s lips curved faintly. "That," she said quietly, "is what I’ve been waiting for."

The next second, she tossed her sword aside, and it clattered across the marble. Gasps of shock erupted again at her bravery.

Ignoring the side distractions, her claws slid from her fingertips, sharp and gleaming. Valmora roared within her.

"Do not let her live."

Estella attacked first, leaving a blur of black, but Meredith was faster. She sidestepped and raked her claws across Estella’s shoulder. Blood splattered.

Shock flashed across Estella’s face as the hall went silent. Meredith had drawn first blood.

Estella recovered instantly, striking low. Meredith leapt back, silver hair whipping behind her. Estella vanished and reappeared at her flank, but Meredith spun, catching her wrist mid-strike and driving her knee into her ribs. A crack echoed.

Estella snarled.

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