# 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

One year later.

The summer sun shone brightly over the grand courtyards of Ironhold Castle. The air was warm, filled with the scent of blooming flowers, fresh pine, and the happy laughter of children playing in the gardens.

The kingdom had transformed. The barrier between ranks had softened, the trade routes were prosperous, and the Northern Wastes were experiencing an era of peace and wealth never seen before in its history.

On the high balcony overlooking the vast, beautiful kingdom sat Queen Arya. She wore a simple white linen dress, her long silver hair braided loosely with fresh wild lilies.

Kieran walked out onto the balcony, dressed in simple tunic clothes, leaving behind his heavy armor and royal crown. He stepped up behind her, wrapping his massive arms around her waist, pulling her back against his broad chest.

He rested his chin gently on her shoulder, placing his broad, calloused hands softly over her gently rounded abdomen.

Arya smiled, laying her hands over his. Deep within her womb, a tiny, vibrant pulse of golden and silver magic throbbed happily—a healthy, strong royal heir growing steadily beneath her heart.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Kieran asked softly, his deep voice rich with endless affection.

"I am perfect," Arya murmured, leaning back into his warm embrace, looking out at the peaceful mountains stretching toward the horizon.

She remembered the terrified twenty-one-year-old girl who used to hide in the dark shadows of the great hall, trembling in a gray dress, forced to serve her cruel sisters and believe she was nothing.

She had been an outcast. A servant. A forgotten Omega.

Now, she was a warrior. A healer. A beloved Queen.

And most importantly, she was loved—completely, unconditionally, and fiercely—by the King who had chosen her out of the entire world.

Kieran turned her gently in his arms, lifting her chin with his finger, staring into her brilliant gray-silver eyes.

"I loved you the moment I saw you holding that silver cup, Arya," Kieran whispered. "And I will love you until the moon falls from the sky."

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