# JEALOUS SISTERS FORCED THE SHY OMEGA TO SERVE THE ALPHA KING — BUT THE MOMENT THEIR EYES MET, THE KING CLAIMED HER AS HIS TRUE MATE

The peaceful spring was short-lived.

A loud horn echoed from the watchtowers of Ironhold Castle—three long, sharp blasts signaling an incoming military threat.

Inside the Royal War Room, Kieran, Arya, Lyra, and the pack generals stood around a large carved wooden map of the continent.

A scout warrior stepped forward, bowing frantically. "Your Majesty! The Eastern Rogue Coalition—led by Alpha Kaelen the Blood-Hound—has crossed the border river! They have gathered over two thousand rogue warriors and are marching toward our eastern farming settlements!"

General Drake, a grizzled old Alpha warrior, slammed his fist onto the table. "Two thousand rogues?! That’s the largest force they’ve ever assembled! They must have heard about the internal purging of our Council and think our pack is divided and weak!"

"Let them think whatever they want," Kieran growled, his golden eyes flaring with battle lust. "We march at dawn with the Third and Fifth Infantry. We will crush them at the Red Gorge."

"I am coming with you," Arya said firmly.

Every general in the room froze, looking at the Queen in shock.

"My Lady, no!" General Drake urged. "The battleground is no place for a Queen! It will be a bloodbath!"

"I am not just your Queen," Arya replied, stepping up to the map, her gray eyes flashing with a brilliant silver light. "I am the Silver Lunar heir. My ancient magic can heal our wounded warriors on the battlefield and cast protective wards against rogue dark magic. I will not sit safely in this castle while our soldiers bleed for our home."

Kieran looked at her. A year ago, he would have locked her in the safest tower to keep her out of harm's way. But he had watched her grow, watched her embrace her power and her destiny. She was not a trophy to be hidden; she was his equal, his partner, his war-queen.

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