The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 656: Pleas for The Innocent

Suddenly, one of the Royal Alphas went to the front. He knelt before the throne without a moment of hesitation.

"Your Majesty." His tone was gripped by an unusual sense of urgency.

Draven turned his eyes toward him. "Speak."

The Alpha bowed his head even lower. "Regardless of the judgment you hand down to the Fellowes family, I beg you to spare my daughter."

A ripple of murmurs moved through the assembly.

"She wed into that family," he continued, "but she had no hand in their transgressions." His voice grew strained. "And their unborn child... is entirely innocent."

The message was perfectly understood.

Meanwhile, Meredith recalled how kind and respectful Vivian had been during their initial meeting, and she felt it would be a shame for the woman and her child to suffer for this tragedy. Quietly, she leaned in and whispered a few words into Draven’s ear.

As the chamber remained silent, another Alpha stepped forward. Then, another followed. One by one, several of them bowed deeply.

"We stand behind this request, Your Majesty."

"Both the mother and her child are guiltless."

"They deserve no part of this suffering."

The atmosphere in the room shifted to one of collective appeal.

Draven observed them for a moment. Then, with a calm composure, he remarked, "I shall take their lack of involvement into account."

His words caused the tension to dissipate, and a wave of relief washed over those present.

"Many thanks, Your Majesty," Vivian’s father said, bowing low.

The other Alphas echoed, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Draven offered a slight nod. "Rise. Resume your stations."

They followed his command immediately and returned to their places as the room fell quiet once more.

At that precise moment, the heavy doors opened, and Reginald and Levi were escorted inside.

Upon entering, both men hesitated at the sight of the entire council. Every pair of eyes in the room fixed upon them.

Levi’s face grew pale, his expression showing clear signs of unease. Reginald, however, saw something quite different: an opening.

He reasoned within himself that since everyone was gathered, they would all bear witness to the tragedy that had befallen his daughter.

His sense of confidence surged.

Levi and his father walked forward and bowed. "Your Majesties," they murmured. Reginald’s bow toward Meredith, however, was shallow and blatantly unwilling.

Draven studied them intently. "Rise."

They obeyed. Then, the King’s voice cut through the air. "What gives a commoner like you," he asked slowly, "the audacity to cause such a ruckus in my palace and interrupt my assembly?"

Even in his calm delivery, his underlying fury was palpable. Nevertheless, Reginald did not hold back. As if he had planned this moment, he dropped to his knees.

"Your Majesty!" he shouted. "I demand justice!" He extended a hand and pointed straight at Meredith.

"The Queen—!" his voice trembled with performative grief. "She slaughtered my daughter out of petty jealousy!"

Disbelief and murmuring erupted throughout the hall.

"She butchered her last night!" Reginald cried out, his voice cracking. "What could my daughter have done to warrant such brutality?!"

His features contorted in anguish. "She did not even leave behind a whole corpse..."

His inflammatory words hung in the air. Immediately, voices rose, but they were filled with fury directed at him.

"How dare he—"

"That man—!"

"Shameless!"

The Elders began to shout in protest, their indignation absolute.

Reginald frowned, clearly surprised by their reaction, but before he could grasp the situation, Draven signaled for silence, which instantly fell over the room.

Then, the King’s look turned icy. "How do you dare accuse the Queen of jealousy?" His voice was like frost.

Before Reginald could muster an answer, the hall erupted again. An Elder surged forward.

"Do you have any idea what your daughter actually did?!"

Another Elder joined in. "And yet, you have the nerve to point fingers at Her Majesty?"

The Royal Alphas added their own condemnation.

"Watch your tongue!"

"You have crossed a line!"

The pressure escalated rapidly. Reginald’s confusion grew, yet he refused to yield. "No matter her actions," he stated, his voice rising, "it does not make it right to butcher her like some beast!"

That remark ignited the room into total outrage. Levi’s heart plummeted as he looked around.

He scanned the hall, truly reading the room for the first time. Not a single person stood on their side. Not a single one.

A cold realization began to dawn.

Suddenly, his eyes locked with someone—his father-in-law. For a fleeting moment, Levi froze, for the emotion he saw was not neutrality; it was a potent mixture of anger and contempt.

Levi blinked, wondering if he had misread the situation. He believed he had done nothing wrong. Even if his sister had made mistakes, why was that look turned toward him?

His unease sharpened into genuine fear. He shifted his gaze toward Dennis, who offered mere disappointment before looking away.

Levi’s chest constricted. A faint tremor shook his body.

Just then, Meredith’s voice drifted through the room, smooth and dangerous. "Are you suggesting that no matter what your daughter committed... I was wrong to punish her?"

Every eye turned to her as a faint, chilling smile graced her lips.

Reginald’s temper flared. "Yes!" he snapped, remaining on his knees. "What gives you the right to act exactly as you please?!"

He raised his voice further. "You only rely on the King’s favoritism—otherwise, you would have long since been torn from that throne!"

The hall gasped. The Elders erupted into chaos.

"He has gone too far this time!"

"This is treason!"

"How dare he—!"

The tension hit a breaking point. Randall stepped forward, his expression stern as he glared at Reginald.

"You dare level such charges at the Queen, and then insult her in our presence?" he demanded firmly. "Are we not here? Do you have no fear, no respect?"

Reginald met his gaze defiantly. "I am a grieving father," he insisted. "I am not here to insult anyone."

Though his voice quivered, his resolve remained unbroken. "I only seek justice for my daughter... who was murdered wrongly."

The assembly stirred restlessly once more. Before the situation could boil over, Levi scrambled to his knees beside his father.

"Your Majesty," he pleaded, bowing his head. "My father is not in his right mind. He does not intend any disrespect toward the Queen."

"I have a very clear understanding of your father’s intentions," Draven remarked as his sharp gaze swept across both men. "The council is not populated by fools."

The heaviness of his verdict settled firmly upon the hall.