THE OMEGA FLED WITH HER UNBORN BABY, THEN A LEGENDARY WHITE WOLF STOOD BETWEEN HER AND THE ALPHA KING WHO WANTED THEM DEAD

Spring came early to the Northern Crown—or perhaps, Lena thought, the mountains simply felt warmer now that the winter of tyranny had melted away.

Six months later, the great hall of the northern palace—once a cavernous monument to fear and intimidation—was filled with laughter, the smell of roasted meats, and the bright chatter of allied packs from both the south and the north.

The throne of glacier ice had been dismantled, replaced by a simple, elegant hearth carved from white stone, where the elders and pack leaders sat as equals rather than subjects bowing to a tyrant.

Lena stood on the wide stone balcony overlooking the green-fringed pine forests and the sunlit mountain peaks stretching out as far as the eye could see. The wind blowing through her dark hair carried no chill, only the sweet promise of new life.

Strong, familiar arms wrapped around her waist from behind. A warm chin rested gently on her shoulder, and a pair of striking silver eyes smiled down at her.

"You're standing too long," Cael murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "The healer said you need to rest."

Lena smiled, leaning back against his broad chest and placing her hands over his. Her belly was now large and round, carrying a healthy, thriving child who kicked energetically at their greeting.

"I'm fine, Cael," she teased gently. "Besides, I wanted to see the sunrise. Our first true sunrise as a family."

Cael smiled, his rugged face softening entirely as he rested his palm gently against her stomach, feeling the tiny, miraculous kick of their child.

Down in the courtyard below, wolves of all ranks—alphas, betas, and omegas alike—ran and played freely together without fear of chains or forced decrees. The ancient legends of the White Wolf were no longer whispers told in the dark to frighten children; they were living proof that courage, love, and loyalty could conquer even the coldest thrones.

Lena turned in Cael's arms, looking up into those brilliant silver eyes that had guided her out of the dark.

"Do you think they'll ever write songs about us?" she asked with a playful spark in her eye.

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