Her Mate Rejected Her as a “Weak” Omega—Then the Alpha King Broke the Curse That Had Hidden Her Wolf for 17 Years

Six months later.

The high summer sun shone brilliantly over the vast green plains of the central territories. Thousands of wolves from every corner of the realm had gathered at the sacred Sun-Spire Amphitheater—the ancient crowning site of the High Sovreigns.

The air was filled with joyous music, ringing bells, and the triumphant howls of dozens of unified packs.

Standing atop the elevated marble dais, side by side beneath the clear blue sky, were King Damon and Queen Lyra.

Lyra was majestic beyond words. She wore a coronation robe of pure white and silver, a high crown of platinum and diamonds resting atop her head. Beside her, Damon wore matching royal regalia, holding her hand firmly in his, their fingers intertwined.

Master Vance stepped forward, carrying the ancient Golden Scepter of the First Monarchs.

"By the authority of the Ancestors, by the power of the Sun and Moon, and by the free choice of two sovereign souls," Vance declared, his voice booming across the silent, breathless crowd of tens of thousands, "I proclaim King Damon and Queen Lyra as the High Sovereign Rulers of the United Territories!"

The crowd erupted into a deafening, thunderous roar of jubilation.

Damon turned to Lyra, a brilliant smile on his handsome face. He raised their joined hands high into the air.

Together, King Damon and Queen Lyra tilted their heads back and unleashed their wolves.

Damon’s majestic, golden-armored Alpha wolf let out a magnificent, deep roar that vibrated through the earth. Beside him, Lyra’s wolf—not a small, sickly brown beast, but a massive, dazzling, snowy-white giant with shining silver fur and eyes like burning stars—leaped forward onto the edge of the stone crest and threw her head back.

A blinding, ethereal wave of silver wolf-fire erupted into the sky above them, taking the shape of a colossal crowned wolf running across the clouds.

Lyra’s howl echoed across the mountains, across the valleys, across Crescent Moon, and across the entire realm—a song of absolute freedom, unstoppable power, and unbreakable love.

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