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Chapter 15 - Dawn of the United Realm

With the sabotage in the citadel neutralized and the southern conspiracy exposed, Queen Rowena wasted no time executing final justice. Duke Malakor’s syndicate, deprived of their inside agent and facing the unified wrath of the northern packs and House Windsor, surrendered unconditionally within a fortnight. The borderlands were secured under permanent treaties of mutual respect and shared prosperity.

One month later, the great hall of Dartmouth Citadel was filled once more—not with terrified nobles cowering in fear, but with genuine laughter, music, and celebration.

Rowena sat upon the throne—not a seat of iron tyranny, but a magnificent chair of carved weirwood and polished gold that radiated a gentle, comforting warmth. The crown of amber and gold rested easily upon her brow, symbolizing a kingdom healed from centuries of division.

Standing beside the throne, Lord Tristan watched her with an expression of profound devotion. When the final dance of the evening began, he stepped forward and extended a gloved hand.

"May I have this dance, My Queen?" Tristan asked softly, a warm smile touching his lips.

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Rowena looked down from the dais, the golden light within her eyes dancing with the gentle joy of a new dawn. She placed her hand in his, stepping down from the throne to join him among the people.

The omega who had once been thrown out into the freezing snow to die was gone. In her place stood a sovereign whose golden wolf had not only conquered a court, but won the heart of an entire realm. The shadows were vanquished, and the future belonged to the dawn. 👑🔥

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