Chapter 10 - The Dawn of the Silver Moon
One year later.
The Great Cathedral of the Capital was bathed in golden sunlight filtering through magnificent new glass windows. Fresh white roses lined the long central aisle, filling the air with a sweet, delicate fragrance.
Every corner of the cathedral was packed. Lords, ladies, commoners, farmers, and all twenty-two of the formerly rejected Omegas stood together, dressed in glorious gala attire. There was no division, no class seating, and no white ribbons of shame.
At the altar stood Alpha King Nathaniel Crow. He was wearing his grand white and gold royal robes, his dark hair falling naturally around his handsome face, his eyes fixed entirely on the high oak doors at the back of the cathedral.
The grand trumpets sounded, play a beautiful, triumphant fanfare.
The heavy double doors opened wide.
Grace walked down the aisle, breathtakingly beautiful. She wore an exquisite gown of shimmering silver lace that trailed behind her like liquid moonlight. On her hair sat a delicate crown of silver oak leaves and diamonds. Beside her walked no noble lord—she walked alone, proud, confident, and unstoppable.
As she reached the altar, Nathaniel took her hands in his. The silver wolf marks on both their hands glowed with a warm, brilliant light.
The High Priest stepped forward, holding the sacred oil and the royal staff.
"Do you, Nathaniel Crow, take Grace Rowan to be your True Mate, your Queen, and the equal ruler of this realm, to protect, honor, and love her through all seasons of life?"
Nathaniel looked deeply into Grace's eyes, his voice steady and full of absolute devotion. "With my life, my soul, and my blood. I do."
"And do you, Grace Rowan, take Nathaniel Crow to be your True Mate, your King, and your equal partner in guiding this land into light?"
Grace smiled, a tear of joy tracing down her cheek. "With all that I am, I do."
"Then by the power of the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you Mate and Mate, King and Queen of the Silver Realm!"
Nathaniel pulled Grace into his arms, dipping her slightly as he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate, eternal kiss.
The entire cathedral erupted into roaring applause and cheers. Outside, the great bells of the city began to ring, their clear tone carrying across the mountains, announcing the dawn of a new era.
Hand in hand, King Nathaniel and Queen Grace walked back down the aisle together, stepping out onto the grand balcony overlooking the capital city.
Millions of people gathered below cheered, holding up flags bearing the new royal crest—a silver wolf surrounded by twenty-three blooming roses.
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Grace looked out over the vast, peaceful kingdom, feeling the warm sunshine on her skin and the strong hand of her True Mate wrapped tightly around hers.
The forgotten women were forgotten no more. The darkness had passed, and the silver moon would shine forever.
