The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Bloodthirsty

[Third Person].

Evening settled over the Oatrun Estate with a quiet heaviness.

Not long after dusk, Elder Randall returned and immediately sent word for Draven, Dennis, Oscar Elrod, and Beta Jeffery Allen to meet him in his private study.

The room was solemn when they gathered.

Randall stood near the desk, hands clasped behind his back, his expression grave. The moment the door closed, he spoke.

"King Alderic has not regained consciousness," he said without preamble. "The physician advises we give it three days."

A short silence followed.

"The relapse," Randall continued, "is due to the poison. Whatever was used back then never truly left his system."

Dennis’s jaw tightened. "Whoever did it was vicious," he said coldly. "That poison crippled him permanently. He has never fully recovered since."

Randall’s gaze shifted slowly and deliberately until it landed on Draven. "Given Alderic’s condition," he said, "you must prepare to take the throne within three months."

Draven didn’t respond immediately; he continued to listen patiently.

"You will begin attending cabinet meetings," Randall went on. "You must learn the inner workings of the palace, the ministries, the court procedures. You will need to understand what it means to rule and not just command."

Draven inclined his head once. There was little else to say.

"At this point," Randall added, his tone pragmatic, "even if Alderic regains partial consciousness, he will be unfit to rule. A sick King cannot sit on the throne."

The words sat uneasily with Draven, but he understood the lack of sentiment. This was governance. Not mercy.

"Discussions regarding your coronation will begin soon," Randall continued. "Most likely within the same three-month window. However, until a formal announcement is made, there will be no visible movement regarding your ascension."

"I understand," Draven said.

Randall nodded. "You are all dismissed," he said, already making his way out.

The four of them rose to their feet. As Dennis and Jeffery took their leave, Oscar lingered, waiting until the door closed behind the others.

"This wasn’t random," Oscar said quietly. "One of the Elders poisoned Alderic. We both know that."

Draven met his gaze. "Yes."

"The problem," Oscar continued, "is that there is no evidence. And those men—every last one of them, has eyes and ears planted all over the palace."

Draven remained silent.

Oscar’s voice sharpened, slipping fully into his role as advisor. "When you ascend, you should dismiss everyone who directly served King Alderic. Keep none of them. If you don’t, those same Elders will dispose of you the way they crippled him."

Draven’s expression grew solemn.

"You have time," Oscar said firmly. "Use it. Make a list. Choose your own people, loyal ones from the packs. When the coronation comes, those positions must already be decided."

After a pause, Draven nodded. "We will discuss this in detail soon. For now, compile a list of trustworthy candidates from all packs. I will review them and decide."

She frowned slightly. ’I didn’t mean to sleep this long...’

But as the cup lowered, a crease formed between her brows. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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