Chapter 7 - The March on the Capital
The news spread through the northern territories like wildfire.
The true Alpha King has returned. And the rejected omega of Greyhaven stands by his side.
Within three days, the tide had completely turned. Rogue packs, oppressed by Chancellor Holloway’s tyrannical taxation and draconian laws, began streaming out of the forests to pledge their allegiance to Kiran. Campfires dotted the vast plains outside the capital city of Aethelgard, turning the horizon into a sea of burning torches.
Inside the royal war tent, maps were spread across a heavy mahogany table. Kiran stood at the center, clad in full royal battle armor of polished silver and midnight steel. The dark suppression runes were entirely gone, replaced by glowing ancestral crests etched across his chest plate.
Tessa stood beside him, draped in a cloak of fine white wolf fur—a gift from the northern elders who now bowed to her with profound reverence. The transformation in her was staggering; the timid, broken bakery girl of Greyhaven was gone, replaced by a woman whose very presence commanded absolute respect.
“The eastern gates are heavily fortified,” one of the rebel alpha commanders reported, pointing a weathered finger at the map. “Holloway has deployed his personal guard. He knows we’re coming, and he’s holding the inner palace hostage.”
Kiran leaned over the table, his blue-silver eyes calculating every tactical angle. “We don't need a prolonged siege. Holloway’s power relies entirely on the illusion of royal legitimacy. Once the council sees that the true bloodline has returned—and that the suppression magic was a fraud—his supporters will drop their weapons.”
He looked up, his gaze softening as it landed on Tessa. “Are you ready for this?”
Tessa met his gaze, feeling a deep, unbreakable warmth bloom in her chest. For the first time in her life, she wasn't running away. She wasn't hiding.
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“I’ve spent two years waiting for someone to give me permission to exist,” Tessa said quietly, resting her hand over his gauntlet. “I’m not waiting anymore.”
Kiran smiled, covering her small hand with his massive one. “Then let’s take back our kingdom.”
