The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Together at the Palace

[Third Person].

Randall didn’t acknowledge her. He brushed past her without a word, his presence filling the room with a cold, oppressive force.

Inside, Rosalie sat calmly, as though untouched by the noise, holding an apple in her hand. She bit into it slowly, unhurried, as if his arrival meant nothing.

That alone irritated him further.

In a single stride, he reached her and snatched the apple from her hand, throwing it aside. It hit the floor and rolled away.

Rosalie turned sharply, her eyes burning as they locked onto him. The calm vanished. Her lips curled, fangs bared as she lunged forward, but Randall was faster.

He caught her by the arms, holding her at a distance, his grip firm enough to restrain her without effort.

She struggled, but he didn’t move an inch.

A scoff left him, cold and filled with contempt. "You must be very pleased with yourself."

Her glare didn’t waver.

"You’ve been waiting for this, praying for this day to come," he continued, his voice low but edged with anger as his grip tightened slightly.

"I should have killed you back then instead of sparing your life out of pity... because you gave me the son I wanted," he said, his tone turning darker. "

For a second, there was silence. Then, Rosalie laughed—a manic, sharp sound that cut through the air.

"Regret is not something you can erase even if you want," she said between breaths.

That only fueled him more. His hand shifted, moving from her arms to her throat as he grabbed her by the neck, lifting her slightly as his anger surged.

"I can still kill you even if Draven ordered me not to," he said, his voice dropping. His grip tightened just enough to make the threat real.

"And then I will retire, sit at home and do nothing for the rest of my days," he added coldly.

Rosalie laughed louder this time. "Then perhaps that life would suit you. But unfortunately, my son will not allow it," she said, her voice strained but mocking. Then her eyes gleamed with something sharp.

"He won’t let you live if you touch even a strand of my hair."

Randall scoffed, pulling her closer, his face inches from hers. "He is my son."

That stopped her laughter instantly. "And he is mine," she replied, her voice dropping into something far more dangerous. "And he knows. He knows everything. Not just about what he is... but about our entire history."

Slowly, Randall released her neck. Rosalie straightened, though the strain was evident beneath her composure.

A faint, almost triumphant smile touched her lips. "Do you think he will spare your life if you touch me?" she asked quietly.

Randall stared at her for a moment longer, then let out a short, dismissive breath. "Deranged woman."

Then, he turned to leave. But before he could take more than a step, she moved. Her hand lashed out, her nails extending as she struck across his face with sudden, vicious precision.

The sound cut through the room.

Randall stopped. Blood welled instantly where her nails had torn through skin.

For a moment, even he looked surprised. Then the fury returned. He turned sharply, already lifting his hand. But Rosalie didn’t move again. Her strength gave out just as quickly as it had come.

Her body went limp, collapsing back onto the sofa. Unconscious. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Randall stood there, breathing heavy, the sting of the wound sharp against his face. His gaze dropped to her, taking in her still form, the weakness beneath her defiance.

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