The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588: Meredith, The Matchmaker

[Third Person].

As the evening gradually drew to a close, the atmosphere in the grand hall softened.

Conversations lost their sharp edges, laughter became lighter, and servants moved efficiently between tables, clearing dishes and refilling glasses one last time.

A few women approached Meredith, attempting small, polite conversations, compliments about her gown, vague remarks about the performances, careful comments meant to keep themselves in her good graces now that it was clear where the balance of power truly lay.

Meredith responded with grace, but without warmth. She smiled, thanked them, and excused herself one by one, making it clear that the night had taken enough from her already.

Helena found her just as she turned away from the last group.

"Luna, leaving already?" Helena asked quietly.

Meredith nodded. "Yes. I think I have had my fill of socializing for one evening."

Helena smiled, relieved. "I was hoping you would say that."

Together, they made their way out of the hall, past towering doors and down the wide palace corridors. The cool night air greeted them as they stepped outside, the sounds of the ball fading behind them.

Meredith’s gaze immediately lifted toward the compound. She recognized the vehicles at once.

Draven’s jeep stood closest to the steps, unmistakable. Behind it were two black cars, identical and imposing, their presence deliberate. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Her lips curved slightly into something steadier. "They are here," she announced.

Helena followed her line of sight, her expression neutral but curious.

Meredith turned to her. "I want you to meet someone."

Before Helena could ask who, Meredith began descending the palace steps. Helena hesitated only briefly before following her.

As they reached the lower steps, the car doors opened.

Draven stepped out first, tall and composed, his presence commanding without effort. Dennis emerged from the jeep moments later, adjusting his jacket, his gaze already scanning the area out of habit.

A few of Draven’s warriors exited the black cars as well, spreading out subtly, their movements disciplined and alert.

Dennis’s eyes lifted and then stopped. Helena felt it before she understood it. While Meredith slowed her steps just enough to notice the shift.

Dennis stared with unmistakable recognition, as if something he had been circling for weeks had suddenly taken solid form in front of him.

Draven noticed immediately as his gaze flicked from Dennis to Helena, then to Meredith. This was not an accident.

Meredith met his eyes briefly—calmly, intentionally. And as she and Helena reached the last step, standing between the two groups, Helena bowed respectfully.

"Good evening, Alpha Draven."

Draven inclined his head in acknowledgement, his expression calm and unreadable.

Meredith smiled faintly and stepped in, her tone warm yet deliberate. "Draven, this is Helena Aurelion. She attended my event and helped the older women that day."

Then, as if the realization had only just settled, she added, "I also learned moments ago that she is from the Silvercrest pack. Her uncle ruled Stormveil before King Alderic."

Draven’s brows lifted slightly in recognition before he nodded again, this time with more weight. Dennis, however, froze.

The moment Meredith spoke Helena’s name in full, something snapped into place inside him.

So this is who you are.

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