The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 674: Birth of the Twins (II)

Meredith perceived it plainly—the overwhelming joy, relief, and pride surging through him entirely. This warmed her features even more.

"You look like you just won a war," she remarked with a light tone.

He released a soft breath, almost like a chuckle. "Something like that."

Her fingers tightened gently around his. "Have you told anyone?"

Draven hesitated briefly, then shook his head. "I didn’t even think of it," he confessed, dipping his head to plant a quick kiss on her hand.

Meredith smiled. "You should. Especially Dennis."

Draven nodded right away. "I will."

He rose to his feet, his eyes lingering on her a bit longer before he moved away and pulled out his phone.

Dennis answered in a flash. "Draven?"

"They are here."

A short silence hung on the line. Then— "What?"

"The twins," Draven stated, his tone steady yet brimming with clear pride. "They have been born."

Dennis stayed quiet for a moment, processing the announcement. Then his voice burst out, laced with shock and thrill. "You are serious?"

Draven’s lips twitched upward faintly. "I wouldn’t joke about this."

A sharp inhale sounded over the phone. "Congratulations... congratulations, brother!"

"Thank you."

The call wrapped up soon after.

—

On the other side, Dennis spun around at once, calling to his mate. "Helena."

She roused slightly, eyes barely opening. "What is it...?"

"The twins are here."

Sleep fled from her eyes in an instant. "What?" she exclaimed, bolting upright. "Now?"

Dennis nodded, already in motion. "Just now."

Helena wasted no time. "We are going to the palace."

Dennis gave a light chuckle while crossing the room. "I figured you would say that."

In mere minutes, they were prepared and dashed out of the house, ignoring the late night.

—

Back in the palace, Draven dialed again. This time, his father.

The moment the line clicked, he cut straight to it. "My mate just gave birth to twins."

A quick pause followed, then Randall’s voice emerged, firm yet infused with evident satisfaction.

"Twins? That is good news."

"They are both well."

"Good."

The call concluded shortly. Yet Randall pressed on.

Minutes later, he started notifying the council elders individually, relaying the tidings with subdued command.

—

Draven pocketed his phone and faced Oscar. "Ring the bell again."

Oscar wavered a touch. "It has already been rung, Your Majesty."

Draven’s look stayed resolute. "Then ring it again. Such news should not be announced once."

No debate was possible.

Oscar bowed deeply. "At once, Your Majesty."

Soon, the massive bell resounded through the palace once more, its profound toll reaching far past the barriers, proclaiming the news anew.

—

Draven reentered the chamber, where tranquility now reigned.

His eyes first settled on the tiny bed holding the twins, both slumbering peacefully with gentle, rhythmic breaths.

He approached nearer, gazing down at them, his face blooming into overt tenderness.

Meredith observed him briefly, then eyed the infants once more. "Later, we will choose their names," she murmured gently.

Draven looked her way and nodded. "Together."

—

Some thirty minutes passed before news arrived that Dennis and Helena had come.

Draven and Meredith shared a quick glance, and she offered a subtle smile. "They didn’t even wait."

Draven shook his head faintly. "Of course they didn’t," he replied, then commanded their immediate entry.

The doors swung open shortly.

Dennis strode in first, heading directly to Draven and enveloping him in a strong hug.

"You did it, brother," he declared, voice bursting with elation. "Congratulations."

Draven reciprocated the embrace momentarily. "Thank you."

Dennis pulled back and approached Meredith. "Well done, my friend."

Helena trailed right after, beaming with delight. She warmly greeted Draven before hurrying to Meredith.

"How are you?" she inquired, inspecting her closely.

"I’m fine," Meredith answered.

Helena’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. "You don’t even look tired."

Meredith gave a soft smile without adding more.

Quiet joy filled the space as they conversed, all prior strain vanished.

—

Later on, as the twins awoke with stirs, the room buzzed with energy again.

Dennis moved first, lifting one tenderly into his arms as Meredith directed, showing surprising care.

Helena came next, cradling the other with equal delicacy, her face melting into softness while gazing at the little one.

Words escaped them for a beat. None were required.

The room’s bliss conveyed it all.

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Come morning, the palace buzzed with arriving guests.

Randall showed up first, guiding the council elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and top officials into the Grand Hall.

Unlike typical meetings, a relaxed air prevailed among them, faces brighter, postures looser. The twins’ news had spread, lifting everyone’s spirits.

Draven met them solo.

He faced them with his signature poised command, though subtle pride shone in his eyes.

As Randall and the rest bowed, he responded with a nod.

"Your Majesty, congratulations," an elder voiced, advancing first. "Stormveil has been greatly blessed."

The group echoed with their blessings, voices mingling in collective endorsement.

Draven took it in, then dipped his head. "I accept your congratulations, and I thank you on behalf of the Queen as well."

His words stayed even, yet rang true.

After a short lull, he added, "A banquet has been prepared for you all."

Smiles of approval spread around.

"However, I will not be joining you," he noted. "I will remain with the Queen."

Soft laughs rippled through.

"As you should, Your Majesty," an Alpha grinned, with nods all around.

Draven signaled lightly. "Oscar."

Oscar advanced promptly and bowed. "Please follow me."

He guided them to a prepared smaller banquet hall, the vibe easing from stiff formality to warm festivity as they went.