The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Draven’s Wrath (I)

[Third Person].

Meredith ate her mango sorbet slowly, the cold sweetness barely registering on her tongue as she waited. Her gaze drifted toward the bathroom door more than once.

Thankfully, it opened within five minutes.

Draven stepped out, already dressed in casual clothes, his long hair still slightly damp. When his eyes met hers, a small, instinctive smile curved his lips. Meredith returned it faintly.

He crossed the room and sat beside her on the couch, reaching for his own glass of mango sorbet.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The quiet between them was not uncomfortable, but it was heavy, charged and unfinished.

Meredith knew intimacy was off the table tonight. Too much had happened today. And if she didn’t speak now, she was certain the truth would rot inside her.

So, she inhaled softly. "I visited your mother after breakfast today."

Draven paused mid-scoop. His eyes flicked to her face, sharp and alert. "How is she?" he asked.

"She’s... fine," Meredith replied carefully.

He nodded once and resumed eating, but his posture had stiffened. A few seconds passed.

"There are things I uncovered today," Meredith continued. "Shady things. Unconventional truths." She hesitated, choosing her words. "Some parts are still unverified. I will need time to confirm them."

Draven set his spoon down slowly and turned fully toward her. His gaze locked onto hers, steady and unflinching.

"Do you want to hear what I learned now," Meredith asked quietly, "or would you rather wait until everything is confirmed?"

There was no hesitation from Draven. "Tell me everything," he said.

Meredith exhaled sharply. Her fingers tightened briefly around the glass before she straightened her back.

She had truly worried that with the throne looming over him, this knowledge might crush him. But he had chosen to hear it, so she began.

She told him about the visit. About the strange calm in his mother’s demeanour, the memory lapses that didn’t align, the caregiver’s over-vigilance, the medicated food administered without consent.

Meredith spoke evenly, carefully, recounting every detail. Then she reached into her bag.

"I recorded part of our conversation," she said. "You need to hear this yourself."

She played the recording, and immediately, his mother’s soft, distant, yet eerily lucid voice filled the room.

"My name is Rosalie Edward... I am a vampire."

Draven froze. The colour drained from his face so fast that Meredith almost reached for him.

The recording continued. "I am not a pure old blood..."

Draven’s jaw clenched hard as his hand curled slowly into a fist.

Then Rosalie spoke of Estella. "My daughter... Estella. She was just like her father. A full-blood vampire. Fierce. Strong."

The glass in Draven’s hand cracked.

Meredith flinched as a thin fracture spidered across it, mango sorbet seeping through his fingers. He didn’t seem to notice.

His breathing had changed—slow, controlled, but edged with something volatile as he thought of his estranged older sister, Estella. The one their father had banished years ago.

She was the rebel, the problem child.

Instantly, a realization struck Draven like a blade. "That’s why," he said hoarsely.

Meredith looked at him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"That’s why my father banished her," he continued, his voice darkening. "Not just because she rebelled. Not just because she refused to submit." His lips twisted bitterly. "She was a reminder."

A reminder of Rosalie. Of vampire blood.

Faster.

Stronger.

Again!

It was vampiric blood.

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