Chapter 15 - ETERNAL REIGN OF THE IRON WOLF AND THE LUNAR QUEEN

Weeks after the confrontation at the Devil’s Gate, the continent finally achieved a lasting, unbreakable peace. The subterranean loyalists had integrated peacefully into the unified kingdom, recognizing Isolda not as a conqueror, but as the true, benevolent heart of Valoria.
Back in Castle Dunbarton, the grand banquet hall was filled with music, laughter, and celebration. Lords and ladies from every corner of the northern and southern realms raised their goblets in toast to the ruling monarchs.
Isolda stood on the grand marble balcony, looking out over the peaceful, prosperous lands that stretched as far as the eye could see. The bitter memories of the Oak Haven black market and the cold mud under her knees felt like a lifetime away.
Warm arms slid around her waist, and a familiar, comforting chin rested gently on her shoulder.
"Penny for your thoughts, My Queen," Cedric whispered, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek.
Isolda smiled, leaning back into his embrace as she reached up to touch his hand. "I was just thinking about how far we’ve come. From a rejected Omega with a sack over her head to the throne of a united continent."
Cedric turned her gently in his arms, his amber eyes shining with absolute devotion. He reached out, his calloused fingers lightly tracing the flawless contour of her cheek—the very face Tristan Caldwell had been too blind to appreciate.
"You were never just an Omega, Isolda," Cedric said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You were my destiny from the moment the Goddess breathed life into this world."
Isolda’s amethyst eyes sparkled with unshed tears of pure joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss that sealed their fates for all eternity.
There were no more chains.
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There were no more shadows.
Only an Iron Wolf, a Lunar Queen, and a love story that would echo through the ages in a happily ever after that could never be broken.