The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 672

Chapter 672: Moving Pieces

[Third Person].

Randall led Rosalie straight into one of the receiving chambers.

The door closed behind them, and silence fell between them. Rosalie stood calmly, while Randall kept his distance, his expression dark and unreadable.

Not long after, the door opened again, and Draven walked in. Both Randall and Rosalie bowed.

"Your Majesty."

Draven acknowledged them with a slight nod, then his gaze shifted first to his father, then paused briefly on the healing cut along Randall’s face.

He took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "What happened to your face?" he asked.

Randall’s jaw tightened slightly. The question clearly unsettled him, though he tried not to show it.

"It’s nothing," he said shortly. "You need not concern yourself with it."

Draven held his gaze for a second, then nodded as if accepting the answer. "Very well."

He did not press further. Instead, he moved past it entirely. "What about her belongings?" he asked.

Randall frowned slightly. "What about them?"

Draven let out a faint chuckle, though there was no humour in his eyes. "Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough when I asked you to escort my mother into the palace."

Randall’s expression shifted. "You mean..." he began slowly, "you want her to move here?"

Rosalie’s lips curved faintly at the side, clearly enjoying the turn of events.

Draven’s chuckle faded as his expression turned serious. "From this moment onward, my mother will reside in the palace," he said, his voice calm but firm.

A brief pause followed before he added, "You will send all her belongings here."

Randall’s face darkened. "That is unnecessary—"

"Who is Dennis’ biological mother?"

The unexpected question cut sharply through the room.

Randall froze. For a moment, he simply stared at Draven, clearly unprepared for the sudden shift. Before he could respond, Rosalie spoke.

"I told you, he knows everything. Don’t try to lie," she said calmly.

Randall’s gaze flickered briefly toward her, then back to Draven. The silence stretched, and Draven did not bother to look away.

"Answer me," he pressed.

Randall exhaled slowly, his expression tightening as the pressure mounted. "...She died, after giving birth to him," he said finally.

Draven’s gaze hardened slightly. "I don’t believe that."

Randall’s voice turned firmer, though it carried a strain now. "You don’t have to. That is the truth."

The air between them grew heavier.

Draven studied him for a moment longer, then his expression turned cold.

"Now that you have completed the task I gave you, you may return to your estate," he said.

At the same time, he gestured towards his side, and a servant stepped forward immediately.

"Escort her to her chambers."

The servant bowed and approached Rosalie. As Rosalie turned to leave, she paused just long enough to glance back at Randall. There was something sharp in her expression. something victorious.

"If you are still alive when I recover, I will repay you for keeping me alive all these years," she said calmly.

Then she turned and walked away with the servant.

Randall watched her go, his expression dark with restrained fury. Just then, Draven’s voice broke the silence.

"What are you waiting for?"

Randall didn’t respond. He turned sharply and walked out without uttering a word—without bowing.

By the time he returned to the Oatrun Estate, the tension in him had only worsened. This time, it was not just anger. It was something deeper, something more unsettled.

His steps were harsher, his movements sharper, the air around him heavy with suppressed rage.

Draven was moving pieces. That much was clear. But what unsettled him most was that he could not yet see the full picture.

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Not long after Randall left the palace, Draven made his way toward Meredith’s chambers.

He found her where he expected—inside, resting lightly against the cushions, one hand placed over her growing belly as she went through a small tray of herbs beside her.

The moment she saw him enter, her attention shifted fully. "You are back," she said.

He walked toward her without delay. "She is here."

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