Chapter 8 - The Alpha’s Wrath
The downfall of the conspirators was swift and absolute.
By nightfall, the council was purged of every corrupt official linked to the Vance and Thorne factions. The pack members, once fearful and divided, watched in awe as the Alpha King restored absolute order.
Yet, in the quiet aftermath, Kellen found himself standing on the balcony of his private chambers, staring out at the moonlit forest.
The battle was won, but his heart felt heavy.
A soft click of the balcony door made him turn.
Ivy stood there, wearing a simple, clean dress provided by the royal wardrobe, though she had refused the expensive silks in favor of soft cotton. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her shoulders.
“You finished the council meeting,” Ivy said quietly.
“It’s done,” Kellen replied, walking over to her. “The pack is safe. Toby is sleeping soundly in his own bed, refusing to eat anything that isn't supervised by you.”
Ivy smiled faintly. “He’s a sweet boy.”
“He’s alive because of you,” Kellen said, stopping just inches from her. He reached out, his calloused fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. “And yet, I haven't properly thanked you.”
“You saved me from the guards. You cleared my name.”
“That wasn't enough,” Kellen murmured.
He dropped to one knee right there on the stone balcony, beneath the silver light of the full moon.
Ivy’s breath hitched. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Kellen... what are you doing?”
“When you touched my son, you didn't just heal his body,” Kellen said, his voice ringing with absolute, unwavering conviction. “You awakened something that had been dead inside me for years. My wolf recognizes you. My soul recognizes you. The Moon Goddess herself wrote your name into my heart.”
He produced a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a magnificent ring carved from pure silver and set with a glowing violet gemstone that matched the light of her healing magic.
“Ivy Green, you are an Omega, a cleaning girl, a nobody in the eyes of the old pack laws,” Kellen said, his golden eyes shining with unshed tears of pure devotion. “But to me, you are everything. Will you take my hand, stand by my throne, and become my true Luna?”
Tears spilled over Ivy’s lashes, tracking down her cheeks. But for the first time in her life, they weren't tears of sorrow or fear.
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They were tears of absolute, radiant joy.
“Yes,” Ivy whispered, her voice breaking. “Yes, Kellen. I will.”
