The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596: Breakfast Without Pressure

[Third Person].

Two days later, the Carter household was unusually lively that evening.

Word had already spread across Stormveil that Alpha Draven’s coronation was drawing near. But what truly fueled conversation was not the coronation itself. It was the uncertainty surrounding Meredith.

In the main sitting room of the Carter estate, Monique lounged comfortably on one of the sofas, a cup of tea balanced in her hand, a thin smile resting on her lips.

"So," she began lazily, "it seems our dear little sister might not become Queen after all."

Across from her, Gary let out a dry chuckle. "It was only a matter of time," he said. "Did anyone truly think the packs would allow a wolfless Luna to sit beside their King?"

Mabel adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, her expression sharp with restrained satisfaction.

"Cursed by the Moon Goddess and without a wolf," she said. "That alone is enough to disqualify her. The elders will never accept it. Stormveil is not some charity house." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Their mother sat quietly at the far end, fingers twisting the edge of her dress, but she did not interrupt.

Gary leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I told you all from the start—she climbed too high, too quickly. People like her fall harder."

Monique’s smile widened. "She has always been arrogant. Ever since she returned from Duskmoor, she barely even set foot in this house."

Mabel scoffed. "Not barely. She didn’t set foot here at all." Then, her tone sharpened. "When she returned to Stormveil, did she come home? Did she acknowledge us?" she continued. "No. She went straight to the Oatrun estate as if we did not exist."

There was a flicker of resentment in her eyes.

"She learned to be cocky," Mabel went on. "Holding her head so high. Acting like she is already Queen."

Gary leaned back, crossing his arms. "Well," he said coldly, "let’s see how long that head stays high when the crown never touches it."

Monique tapped her teacup lightly against its saucer. "I wonder how she will face the public," she mused. "The same people who once whispered about her curse will now openly mock her."

Gary’s jaw tightened, old grievances resurfacing. "She brought humiliation to this family," he said. "People said we raised a cursed child. Said we lacked virtue because she had no wolf."

Then, his voice lowered, edged with bitterness. "I will only be satisfied," he added, "when I see her fall from that height she climbed. Only then will I forget the disgrace she caused us."

Mabel nodded slowly. "Yes," she said. "Let her taste what it means to be looked down on."

For a moment, silence settled in the room. Then Monique spoke again, her voice light but cutting.

"If she is not crowned Queen, do you think Alpha Draven will still stand by her?"

Gary smirked. "A King needs strength beside him. Not weakness."

Mabel gave a small, cruel laugh. "Perhaps this is the Moon Goddess correcting her mistake."

None of them knew what was unfolding behind palace walls. None of them knew about the council’s internal disputes, or Randall’s hidden knowledge, or the secrets Meredith carried in her blood.

To them, it was simple. Meredith was wolfless. Meredith was cursed. And soon, if fate was kind, Meredith would fall.

And in that sitting room, beneath the warm lights of the Carter estate, three siblings waited for her downfall with undisguised anticipation.

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Oatrun Estate~

Three days later, the morning of the scheduled council meeting arrived.

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