The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: A Line Drawn in Blood

[Meredith].

"Alinthia." The King’s tone dropped low, echoing with authority.

It silenced her instantly.

Everyone froze once more, except Draven, who remained as unbothered as a boulder in a storm. Standing there with quiet dominance, one hand loosely resting by his side, he didn’t even glance at the princess anymore.

Instead, he turned his head slightly toward me, the tilt of his chin subtle but unmistakable:

He dared anyone in the room to disrespect me.

Almost immediately, something warm and electric slid down my spine.

Princess Alinthia’s lips quivered with outrage, but it was the Queen who finally intervened—softly, tactfully.

"Your Majesty," she said, hoping to pull him back into diplomacy. "I’m sure this is only a misunderstanding—"

"Is it?" the King asked, turning fully to his daughter. "Alinthia, explain yourself."

The princess visibly swallowed. Her sharp, venomous glare flicked to me, but she kept her chin raised.

"I only meant to greet Alpha Draven properly," she said with strained politeness. "Stormveil’s strongest Alpha deserves warmth and respect. I didn’t intend any offence."

Liar.

Her earlier hostility from the garden replayed through my mind crystal clear.

The Queen sighed. "Even so, child, you must maintain propriety in front of a visiting Luna."

Princess Alinthia’s jaw tightened. And then, she looked at me directly.

"Luna Meredith," she said sweetly, "please don’t misunderstand. I only wanted to honour your mate."

I met her gaze calmly and smiled—polite, graceful, and composed.

"Of course," I said. "But next time, Princess... honour him from a distance."

Her expression cracked.

Draven’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

The King laughed with a dry, approving rumble that echoed across the room. "Well said," he remarked.

Princess Alinthia paled. She looked between her father’s amusement, Draven’s indifference, and my composed smile. And for the second time, her confidence faltered.

Her fingers trembled at her sides.

The King leaned back in his chair, exhaling. "I suppose the palace needed a reminder," he murmured, "that a queen must stand her ground."

His gaze met mine briefly, and something respectful flickered there—respect—from a King.

I inhaled slowly, grounding myself.

Princess Alinthia dropped her head, defeated, and the Queen finally stepped forward, gently placing a hand on her daughter’s back.

"That is enough for today," she said tightly. "You may leave us."

The Princess hesitated but obeyed, turning sharply and storming out with her pride in tatters.

As the doors shut behind her, Queen Loraina exhaled deeply, rubbing her temple.

"My apologies, Alpha Draven," she said again. "And to you, Luna Meredith. My daughter can be... spirited."

Spirited.

That was one way to describe a spoiled fuse of jealousy and entitlement.

I only bowed my head politely. "It’s quite all right, Your Majesty."

Draven didn’t speak, but his fingers brushed the back of my hand subtly.

King Alderic cleared his throat. "Well," he said, "let us not allow one child’s foolishness to sour a visit I have long anticipated."

His words hung softly in the air. Then Draven bowed once. "Then we shall take our leave, Your Majesty. Rest well."

I followed immediately, offering a deep bow to both King and Queen.

The moment we stepped out of the royal chambers, Draven took my hand—firm, steady. Jeffery fell behind us, and Azul and Kira quickly joined, silent shadows following our steps.

’Satisfied?’ Of course I was.

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