The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 655: The Council’s Support

"And Levi—" Draven spun around abruptly, an expression of sheer revulsion crossing his features. "A married wolf. A father. And he commits incest with his own sister?"

His jaw locked firmly. "That whole lineage is corrupt." His frustration only mounted.

"If she hadn’t been caught," he stated, pacing once more, "their plan would have succeeded. What then? They would have coerced me... they would have pressured the monarchy into recognizing her?"

His tone became menacingly low. "I shall not show them mercy."

Meredith observed his outburst without intervention. However, through their matebond, the psychic storm intensified—the amalgamation of Draven’s rage, Valmora’s agitation, and Rhovan’s mounting fury felt suffocatingly heavy.

With a sudden motion, Draven halted and fixed his gaze upon her. "You should have informed me the moment you realized," he declared. "I would have severed her head before the entire council. I would have ensured everyone witnessed the penalty for such treason."

Meredith gave a faint shake of her head. "I took care of part of it for both of us." She caught his eyes with her own, adding, "You are free to handle the remainder."

For a few seconds, he was silent. Then, he spoke.

"Oscar."

The command was sharp and absolute.

The entrance opened immediately, revealing Oscar, who promptly bowed. "Your Majesty."

"Summon the council of Elders and every Royal Alpha," Draven directed, his voice icy. "Assemble them for an emergency meeting. At once."

Without a moment’s hesitation, Oscar complied. "Immediately, Your Majesty," he stated before retreating.

Draven resumed his prowling, his anger far from abated. After watching him for a while, Meredith rose and walked toward him.

Reaching out, she rested a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "Quiet your heart," she urged tenderly, though the rigidness in his muscles persisted.

"How am I expected to be calm?" he questioned, his voice strained by restrained volcanic rage.

Turning slightly away, he tapped his chest. "This fury... it still burns within." He grit his teeth. "I lack your composure right now. Not until I have settled my accounts with them."

Meredith watched him, a flash of understanding crossing her face. She harbored that same consuming ire and the urgent need for retribution back when she had uncovered Wanda’s treachery.

"I understand," she whispered. "I felt the exact same way." Her voice remained composed. "Just ensure their end is decided swiftly."

Draven exhaled a ragged breath. "I will," he replied. "Otherwise... I might wind up beheading every one of them personalmente."

His gaze deepened with a dark intensity.

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The Grand Hall~

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Every seat was occupied—Council Elders, Royal Alphas, and high-ranking officials filled the room.

The urgency of the call had summoned them all without delay.

Randall stood among the crowd, while Dennis appeared, his expression guarded and wary.

Up front, Draven and Meredith occupied their thrones. The air felt heavy with unspoken judgment.

Draven stood up finally, letting his eyes roam across the chamber before he began. "This assembly has been convened to confront a heinous act of betrayal against the crown," he announced firmly.

A ripple of unease swept through the onlookers.

"Wanda Fellowes," he continued, "attempted to manipulate royal blood for her own advancement."

A brief silence fell over the hall, followed by expressions of pure shock. Murmurs exploded everywhere, spreading throughout the hall like a wildfire.

"Unthinkable—"

"The sheer gall—"

"How could she possibly dare—"

Even Oscar, stationed to the side, appeared bewildered. He had issued the call for the meeting without knowing the specific context until this very moment.

Then, Draven’s voice broke through the din. "And beyond that," he stated, his tone chilling further, "she was engaged in a depraved liaison with her brother, Levi."

That revelation shattered all lingering composure. The hall dissolved into utter chaos.

The Elders began shouting over one another, their voices dripping with indignation. The Royal Alphas exchanged glances of disbelief and utter revulsion.

Dennis’s face darkened with visible frustration. This was far from the outcome he had anticipated.

"To imagine she had the nerve to conspire against the throne—" he muttered, sounding deeply offended.

"And that..." he continued, his countenance twisting with disgust, "with her own blood relative?" He shook his head. "Utterly shameful."

Meredith rose at that precise moment. That movement alone silenced sections of the hall.

"I dealt with Wanda last night," she stated with icy calm. Heads snapped in her direction immediately. She added, "She did not remain in one piece."

Silence stretched for a heartbeat, then, in a surprising turn, nobody dared to protest. If anything, the tension within the room grew more stifling.

One elder pushed through the crowd, his face twisted in fury. "Your Majesty," he said with a slight bow, "the entirety of the Fellowes family should be purged."

A chorus of agreement echoed the sentiment.

"There is not a single salvageable soul among them," he insisted. "They are rotten to the core."

Another elder added his voice. "Reginald himself has always had a questionable moral compass," he argued. "If this family is permitted to continue surviving after such a disgrace, what lesson does that impart to our subjects?"

His tone turned biting. "That such atrocities are acceptable?"

A wave of assent rumbled throughout the chamber.

Randall, though visibly uncomfortable, stepped forward as well. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing his head respectfully, "regardless of your verdict, it must stand as a potent warning to anyone who would dare harbor such treasonous thoughts."

He lifted his gaze, and the tension escalated. One by one, the Elders began to speak, their voices rising in unison.

"Show them no mercy!"

"End their bloodline!"

"They have disgraced Stormveil!"

"Deliver your judgment, Your Majesty!"

The shouts overlapped, insistent and relentless.

Expectant, all eyes shifted back toward Draven. The authority to decide now sat exclusively in his hands.

The tension in the Grand Hall remained unbroken until a guard sprinted into the room, kneeling with labored breath. "Your Majesty!"

Draven turned his attention to him. "Speak."

"Reginald Fellowes is at the entrance," the guard announced. "He is creating a scene... demanding justice."

A new surge of outrage cascaded through the hall.

"How shameless!" an elder spat.

"After the crimes his children have committed, he still dares to show his face?" another exclaimed, brimming with fury.

"The sheer audacity!"

Murmurs reignited, sharper and steeped in contempt, but Draven remained stoic.

"Grant him entry," he ordered. "Escort him before the Grand Hall."

The room went deathly still. The guard bowed low. "As you command, Your Majesty."

He scrambled up and exited rapidly.

A moment of heavy silence hung in the air until Dennis stepped forward, his expression stern.

"Your Majesty," he proposed with a bow, "I fail to see why Reginald deserves a chance to speak."

Before Draven could interject, Meredith sat back and asserted calmly, "Reginald remains ignorant of the full extent of his children’s transgressions. That ignorance fuels his boldness." She swept her eyes across the chamber. "Let him be brought here to witness exactly what kind of disgrace his house has become."

Draven inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Furthermore," he added, his voice steady yet glacial, "he must be present to hear and accept the final decree I shall render against the Fellowes family."

The matter was final.

The atmosphere shifted. The Elders glanced at each other, their initial outrage slowly maturing into cold anticipation.

Not another soul dared to voice an objection.