<h4>Chapter 674: Birth of the Twins (II)</h4>


    <strong><i>[Third Person].</i></strong>


    Meredith could see it clearly—the joy, the relief, the pride that filled himpletely. It softened her expression further.


    "You look like you just won a war," she said lightly.


    He let out a small breath that almost resembled augh. "Something like that."


    Her fingers curled slightly around his. "Have you told anyone?"


    Draven paused, then shook his head. "I didn’t even think of it," he admitted, lowering his head slightly to press a brief kiss to her hand.


    Meredith smiled. "You should. Especially Dennis."


    Draven nodded immediately. "I will."


    He stood, though his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he stepped away and took out his phone.


    Dennis picked up almost instantly. "Draven?"


    "They are here."


    There was a brief silence on the other end. Then— "What?"


    "The twins," Draven said, his voice steady but carrying unmistakable pride. "They have been born."


    For a second, Dennis said nothing as he was trying to digest the news. Then his voice broke through, filled with shock and excitement. "You are serious?"


    Draven’s lips curved slightly. "I wouldn’t joke about this."


    A sharp breath came through the line. "Congrattions... congrattions, brother!"


    "Thank you."


    The call ended shortly after.


    —


    At the other end, Dennis turned immediately, reaching for his mate. "Helena."


    She stirred, barely opening her eyes. "What is it...?"


    "The twins are here."


    That was enough for sleep to instantly vanish from her eyes. "What?" she said, sitting up. "Now?"


    Dennis nodded, already moving. "Just now."


    Helena didn’t hesitate. "We are going to the pce."


    Dennis chuckled lightly as he moved across the room. "I figured you would say that."


    Within minutes, they were both ready and left the house without dy, despite thete hour.


    —


    Back at the pce, Draven made another call. This time, to his father.


    When the line connected, he spoke without preamble. "My mate just gave birth to twins."


    There was a brief pause, then Randall’s voice came, steady but carrying unmistakable satisfaction.


    "Twins? That is good news."


    "They are both well."


    "Good."


    The call ended shortly after. But Randall did not stop there.


    Within minutes, he began contacting the council elders one by one, passing on the news with quiet authority.


    —


    Draven lowered his phone and turned to Oscar. "Ring the bell again."


    Oscar hesitated slightly. "It has already been rung, Your Majesty."


    Draven’s expression remained firm. "Then ring it again. Such news should not be announced once."


    There was no room for argument.


    Oscar bowed. "At once, Your Majesty."


    Momentster, the great bell echoed through the pce again, its deep sound carrying far beyond the walls, spreading the news once more.


    —


    When Draven returned to the chamber, the room felt calmer.


    His gaze moved first to the small bed where the twinsy, both of them asleep, their breathing soft and even.


    He stepped closer, looking down at them, and the expression on his face shifted into something openly warm.


    Meredith watched him for a while, then looked at the babies again. "Later, we will choose their names," she said softly.


    Draven nced back at her and nodded. "Together."


    —


    About thirty minutester, word came that Dennis and Helena had arrived.


    Both Draven and Meredith exchanged a brief look before Meredith smiled faintly. "They didn’t even wait."


    Draven gave a small shake of his head. "Of course they didn’t," he said and proceeded to give the order to bring them in immediately.


    Momentster, the doors opened.


    Dennis entered first, moving straight toward Draven without hesitation. He pulled him into a firm embrace.


    "You did it, brother," he said, his voice full of excitement. "Congrattions."


    Draven returned the gesture briefly. "Thank you."


    Then, Dennis stepped back and turned to Meredith. "Well done, my friend."


    Helena followed close behind, her face bright with joy. She greeted Draven warmly before moving quickly to Meredith’s side.


    "How are you?" she asked, her eyes scanning her carefully.


    "I’m fine," Meredith replied.


    Helena blinked slightly, surprised. "You don’t even look tired."


    Meredith smiled faintly but didn’tment further.


    The room filled with quiet happiness as they spoke, the tension of earlierpletely gone.


    —


    Muchter, when the twins stirred awake, the room grew lively again.


    Dennis was the first to step forward, carefully taking one of them into his arms with unexpected gentleness as he was instructed by Meredith.


    Helena followed, holding the other just as carefully, her expression softening as she looked down at the small face in her arms.


    Neither of them spoke for a moment. They didn’t need to.


    The joy in the room said everything.


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    By the next morning, the pce had already grown lively with visitors.


    Randall arrived early, leading the council of elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and other high-ranking officials into the Grand Hall.


    Unlike their usual gatherings, there was a visible ease among them today, their expressions lighter, their steps less rigid. News of the twins had reached them all, and the mood reflected it.


    Draven received them alone.


    He stood before them with his usualposed authority, but there was no hiding the quiet pride that lingered in his gaze.


    As Randall and the others bowed, he acknowledged them with a nod.


    "Your Majesty, congrattions," one of the elders said, stepping forward first. "Stormveil has been greatly blessed."


    The others followed, offering their own words of goodwill, their voices ovepping slightly in shared approval.


    Draven listened, then inclined his head. "I ept your congrattions, and I thank you on behalf of the Queen as well."


    His tone was calm, but there was sincerity in it.


    After a brief pause, he continued, "A banquet has been prepared for you all."


    A few approving smiles appeared across the room.


    "However, I will not be joining you," he added. "I will remain with the Queen."


    That drew a few quiet chuckles.


    "As you should, Your Majesty," one of the Alphas said with a grin, and the others nodded in agreement.


    Draven gestured slightly. "Oscar."


    Oscar stepped forward immediately and bowed. "Please follow me."


    He led them out toward a smaller banquet hall that had already been arranged, the atmosphere gradually shifting from formal assembly to quiet celebration as they departed.