The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662: The Announcement was Made

[Third Person].

The following morning, by direct order of the King, Mabel Carter was set free.

The prison gates opened without ceremony, the guards stepping aside as her restraints were removed.

For a brief moment, she stood there, unmoving, as though she hadn’t quite processed what was happening.

"His Majesty has ordered your release," one of the guards said.

Mabel blinked. ’Released? Just like that? No explanation. No warning?’

For a second, confusion flickered across her face, but it didn’t last. She didn’t ask questions, and she didn’t want answers.

After weeks of confinement... of eating only once a day... of enduring the suffocating weight of isolation—none of that mattered anymore. She just wanted to go home.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization settled in. She was going home.

The guards escorted her without delay.

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The Carter residence~

A servant rushed into the house, slightly out of breath.

"Beta! Madam!" she called. "Miss Mabel has returned—she’s at the gates!"

Both Beta Gabriel and Margareth froze. "What?" Margareth’s voice trembled slightly.

"Miss Mabel... she has been released. The royal guards brought her back."

From deeper within the house, Monique and Gabriel heard the commotion and hurried out as well, their steps quick with confusion and anticipation.

By the time they reached the sitting room, their parents were already there waiting. Then the doors opened, and Mabel stepped in.

The room fell silent.

For a moment, no one spoke because the girl standing before them barely resembled the one they remembered.

Her skin had darkened under harsh conditions. She had grown noticeably thinner, her frame lacking its former strength. Her hair hung in tangled disarray, and her dress—once proper—was now stained and worn.

She looked exhausted and broken. And she reeked of neglect.

Margareth’s hand flew to her mouth. "Mabel..."

Mabel’s lips quivered before she fell apart. Tears flowed as she hurried forward. "Mother—!"

Margareth didn’t hesitate. She pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her tightly despite the state she was in.

"My child... my child..."

Mabel clung to her, crying openly, her body shaking as everything she had endured came pouring out at once.

Monique stood a short distance away, her chest tightening at the sight. Though relief washed over her, she didn’t step forward.

She remained where she was, her hands clasped together, a quiet smile forming through her emotions.

Mabel was back, and that was enough.

Gary stood beside her, equally restrained, though his gaze remained fixed on his sister.

After a moment, he stepped closer, his expression was a mixture of relief and confusion.

"Mabel," he said carefully. "How... how did this happen?"

Mabel sniffed, pulling slightly away from her mother, though her grip on her remained.

"I... I didn’t ask," she said weakly. Her voice was hoarse. "And I don’t want to know..."

Tears slipped down her cheeks again. Her mother gently cupped her face. "Enough," she said softly. "You don’t need to say anything right now."

Then, her expression softened further. "You need a bath first."

Mabel nodded faintly, too exhausted to argue. With care, Margareth guided her further into the house.

Beta Gabrie remained calm, watching them go. Then slowly, he exhaled a long breath. Relief settled in his chest.

Whatever the reason was, his daughter was home.

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