The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 664: Meredith’s Grandmother Arrives

Two days afterward, another visitor arrived at the palace.

Upon reading Draven’s letter, Meredith’s grandmother wasted no time. She gathered her necessities and trailed Jeffery right away, journeying directly to Stormveil’s capital.

Evening had already fallen by the moment she got there.

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Meredith lay sleeping. The gentle hush of her room stayed unbroken until the door eased open, letting Draven enter.

He drew near the bed silently, his eyes lingering on her sleeping figure briefly before extending his hand.

"Meredith," he whispered gently.

She stirred slightly. A light crease formed on her forehead as she moved a bit, her tone drowsy and thick. "What is it..."

Draven’s fingers grazed her arm softly. "Your grandmother has arrived."

Hearing about her grandmother made her eyes snap open. Sleep fled completely in an instant.

"What?" she exclaimed, already sitting up.

Draven’s mouth lifted faintly. "She got here shortly ago."

Meredith sprang up without pause, but Draven steadied her swiftly before she hurried off.

"Slowly," he cautioned.

"I’m fine," she answered, yet she accepted his steadying hold.

Still, he assisted her upright, leading her along willingly. Side by side, they exited the chamber.

Down the stairs they went, traversing the hallway to the receiving hall. Even prior to entering, a known, calm aura was detectable.

As the doors parted, Meredith spotted her. Her grandmother stood poised as ever, her essence dominating the area effortlessly.

The instant Meredith appeared, the elder woman grinned. "My dearest Edith."

"Grandma!" Meredith rushed forward without delay, embracing her tightly.

The elderly lady accepted the hug with equal warmth, gripping her firmly yet gently.

Draven observed the heartfelt reunion between grandmother and granddaughter silently. Once they separated, everyone settled into seats.

Yet Meredith couldn’t fully calm down. Feelings persisted, tears gathering in her eyes.

Her grandmother let out a soft laugh. "Now, now," she soothed, grasping Meredith’s hands. "Why the tears?"

Meredith shook her head faintly, unable to halt them. "I’m just—"

"Mm," the elder cut in mildly. "Keep crying and you’ll upset the pups."

That halted Meredith. Her tears eased, then ceased. She drew a quiet breath, dabbing at her eyes.

"That’s better." Her grandmother beamed with understanding, then pressed her hands tenderly. "I’m thankful I’ve lived to witness this day," she murmured.

Meredith’s face grew tender.

"Come," her grandmother urged. "Let me sense the little ones."

Meredith guided her grandmother’s palms to her belly without delay.

The elder’s hands settled warmly, moving with care, feeling more than probing.

A serene smile touched her lips. "They’re healthy," she declared. "Developing perfectly." Her palms adjusted, and she continued, "One’s a boy." After a pause, "And the other... a girl."

Meredith’s eyes widened. Draven’s stare intensified a touch. Their gazes locked momentarily, both surprised.

"A boy... and a girl?" Meredith echoed.

Her grandmother dipped her head. "Yes." Her assured voice brooked no question.

A wide, radiant grin bloomed on Meredith’s features. Shock melted into profound delight.

Her palm drifted to her abdomen instinctively. Though Draven stayed silent, his look altered—firmer, more anchored.

Soon, Meredith’s grandmother lifted her hands away. "Now, let me examine you."

She took Meredith’s arm, clasping her wrist lightly. Her digits stayed steady, attuned to the pulse. Silence held briefly, then she breathed out.

"Good," she noted with easing tension. "You’re in fine health." Releasing the hand, her face stayed serene. "All is well as expected."

Moments later, doors swung open quietly as attendants brought trays of light refreshments and fresh juice.

They arranged items tidily before the trio, then departed soundlessly.

The mood stayed cozy and relaxed.

Meredith scooted nearer to her grandmother, past feelings now easing into comfort.

"I missed you," she murmured, voice gentled.

Her grandmother grinned. "I’m here now, my child."

That sufficed. Meredith leaned close once more, hugging her anew—this embrace steadier, more reassuring. Her grandmother reciprocated warmly.

Opposite them, Draven observed, a subtle smile on his lips as he picked a fruit slice. He remained quiet, letting the scene play out while savoring it.

Talk flowed smoothly thereafter. They chatted about minor matters initially—days gone by, locations visited, instances Meredith longed for and those her grandmother had watched remotely.

Laughter wove in, light and true, amid their exchange. For a time, nothing else intruded.

Almost thirty minutes elapsed before Draven interjected. "Meredith." His voice soft yet firm enough to claim her focus.

Her eyes turned to him.

"Your grandmother has just come," he pointed out. "Rest is what she requires."

Meredith hesitated, then agreed with a nod. "You’re right." Facing her grandmother again, "I’ll show you to your quarters."

Her grandmother nodded gracefully, standing effortlessly. The three departed the hall together.

Draven stayed at Meredith’s side, his hand clasping hers naturally as they escorted the elder along the palace’s hushed passages.

Her prepared chamber awaited—plain yet cozy and suitable. Inside, Meredith aided her grandmother onto the bed.

"Rest now," Meredith urged kindly.

"I will," her grandmother assured.

Meredith rose a bit. "Kira, my lady-in-waiting, will care for you here. Call for her if needed."

Her grandmother agreed. "That suits me."

A short lull followed, then Meredith bent for another hug. "Grandma," she whispered, "dinner will be together later."

Her grandmother smiled, raising a hand in gentle dismissal. "Go on."

Meredith withdrew hesitantly. Draven approached, taking her hand anew. Wordlessly, he led her out.

As they exited, he looked her way quickly, his smile warming at her final glance back before the door shut.

He uttered nothing, but it showed. She’d have lingered if possible.