The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Still Queen, Still Protected, Still Rising

[Third Person].

A murmur of agreement stirred. One of the widows spoke up quietly. "If not for her... some of our leaders would be dead."

That truth spread across the gathering like steady light. Another woman nodded slowly. "If she were dangerous to us, she would have let the vampires take the throne."

A few chuckles followed. The fear began dissolving.

Helena pressed gently at the final place. "Instead of fearing a powerful Queen," she said, "perhaps we should be grateful we have one."

The silence that followed was no longer tense; rather, it was reflective. Then, unexpectedly, one of the older women began softly chanting, "Long live the Queen."

Another joined. Then another. Though their voices were not loud, it was sincere.

Helena felt the tension in her chest finally loosen. She had not forced any loyalty to the Queen. She had simply reminded them of the truth.

By the end of the gathering, conversations had shifted from suspicion to admiration. The women began repeating the narrative differently:

"Our Queen saved them."

"The Moon Goddess approved her."

"Stormveil is safer with strength."

And as always, it was the women who carried stories into homes. Within days, market whispers began changing tone, and the fear lost its edge. It did not disappear entirely, but it no longer dominated.

And when word reached the palace that the atmosphere among the common women had softened, Meredith finally allowed herself to breathe. She sent for Helena that evening.

When Helena arrived, Meredith rose and embraced her without hesitation.

"I heard of the new narratives about me," Meredith said warmly. "You have done well. Thank you."

Helena smiled. "Women speak. I merely redirected them."

Meredith’s eyes softened with gratitude. "I owe you."

Helena shook her head gently. "You trusted me."

Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, the story had shifted. And this time, it was not fear spreading, but pure loyalty.

***

~Carter Residence~

Gabriel Carter had been waiting for a response since he sent a letter off to his mother, questioning her identity and her choice to keep it from him.

When the messenger finally arrived that afternoon, he did not even pretend to be calm. He dismissed the servant, broke the seal on the envelope himself, and unfolded the letter with tight fingers.

Alas! To his greatest shock, the paper was blank. Not a single word or letter was written on it. His jaw clenched.

For a long moment, he simply stared at the empty sheet, as if words might suddenly appear out of guilt, but nothing did.

His mother had received his letter. And this was what she sent him as a response. Silence.

A slow heat climbed up his neck. To him, it felt deliberate. Dismissive. As though she had read his questions about her identity, about Meredith, about fae blood, and decided he was unworthy of an answer.

"So this is how little I matter to her," he muttered under his breath.

Margaret, who had been watching from across the room, frowned slightly. "Perhaps there is more to it—"

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