The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 677: Randall is Punished (II)

In the Grand Hall, the heavy tension gradually started to fade.

Elders, Alphas, Betas, and officials departed one after another, whispering softly to one another while each absorbed the shocking spectacle they had observed.

The vast hall cleared out steadily.

Dennis lingered. He held back until the very last had exited before approaching, his faint smile unchanged.

"Well done, brother," he declared openly. "You didn’t disappoint." Genuine warmth filled his voice, requiring no further emphasis.

Draven grinned while descending from the throne. Dennis promptly closed the distance and drew him into a quick, solid hug.

"Thank you."

Draven hugged back. "What are brothers for?"

No further exchange passed between them.

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Meanwhile, a different vehicle departed the palace, carrying Rosalie within.

A Royal guard traveled with her, yet she offered no orders save the endpoint. Calmness held her features, but a steely determination gleamed in her gaze.

The car sped onward without pause, heading straight for the Oatrun Estate.

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The Oatrun Estate~

Randall had reached there ahead, yet privacy eluded him.

Royal guards shadowed him through the corridors as servants rushed to collect his possessions. Every step drew scrutiny, every gesture under surveillance.

Servants packed essentials rapidly, adhering to rigid directives.

Randall spoke sparingly, his inner strain unabated.

Once preparations concluded, escorts guided him from the residence. That instant, Rosalie emerged from the carriage.

She drew near, halting paces from Randall, her stare locked on him like she had anticipated this confrontation for ages.

"I have a score to settle with this old wolf before he is sent away," she announced firmly.

Guards tensed uncertainly but held back from intervening.

Randall issued a hollow chuckle devoid of mirth. "You?" he scoffed, eyeing her with blatant contempt. "You can barely stand for long, and you want to fight me?"

Rosalie ignored the barb. "If you’re afraid, you can leave now. You are already being thrown out of Stormveil. No one will blame you for running." Calmness laced her words.

Randall’s face twisted darkly. "Afraid?" he echoed, tone lowering ominously. "You really have forgotten your place."

"My place?" Rosalie cocked her head faintly. "You mean the cage you kept me in?"

Silence hung briefly. Tension built until Randall huffed sharply. "Fine. I will remind you of who I am," he growled.

Rosalie acted without delay. Her stance altered fluidly at first. Her aura hardened and intensified prior to her shape shifting, unleashing her full vampire essence. Eyes shadowed, her aura turned lethally menacing.

Randall transformed right after. His frame contorted and grew into wolf shape, mighty and dominant, shrinking the earth under his paws as the change completed. Hostile glare fixed upon her.

Clash erupted.

Randall pounced ahead, swift despite bulk, seeking swift victory. Rosalie anticipated, sidestepping precisely as he neared, claws grazing empty air narrowly while she pivoted to rake his side.

Impact rang crisply.

Randall roared and whirled, tail lashing low to unbalance her, yet she leaped away gracefully, motions precise and fluid.

He struck anew—fiercer now.

This assault unleashed full fury. He barreled forward directly, compelling her block over dodge, momentum shoving her skidding backward.

Briefly, raw power seemed poised to dominate her. Yet Rosalie evaded direct confrontation.

She ducked beneath at the final instant, using his momentum against him before slashing upward, claws scoring his chest accurately—not lethal, but a stark message.

Randall bellowed, fury unleashed.

He barreled once more, swifter, wilder, trading finesse for brute power. Blows hammered relentlessly, savage and crushing, designed to shatter resistance fast.

One landed solidly.

He crashed into her, hurling her back paces, then pursued to trap her mid-recovery.

He pinned momentarily, then she countered decisively.

Claws plunged into his shoulder deeply, compelling retreat.

As he withdrew, she broke loose and slashed again, targeting the prior wound afresh.

Randall wavered, blow taking toll.

Rosalie pressed relentlessly, strikes accelerating, deadlier, each hitting with intent. Overpowering wasn’t her goal.

She dismantled him methodically, bit by bit.

Randall resisted, yet precision fled his strikes. Rage slowed him, rendering attacks foreseeable.

Every charge met evasion, followed by retaliation.

Strikes mounted until his form buckled.

Rosalie closed in before respite, claws burying deep into his flank, profoundly.

Randall howled as legs failed, colossal body collapsing with a thud.

Hush descended, broken only by labored breaths.

Gradually, both reverted to human shapes.

Randall crumpled to one knee upon shifting back, palm pressing earth amid bloodied coughs, frame quivering from wounds.

Rosalie loomed over, breaths measured despite exertion.

She gazed down, spat aside casually. "You were never a match for me," she declared boldly.

Without awaiting reply, she pivoted and strode to the car, gait unwavering.

Guard swung door open swiftly; she slipped inside silently. Soon, the car departed the estate, abandoning all.

Only then advanced Randall’s escorting Royal guards.

Two seized his arms, hauling him upright despite frailty. Resistance absent—incapacity or choice unclear.

No fanfare accompanied as they marched him to the convoy.

Thus, Randall Oatrun departed Stormveil forever.