Chapter 10 - THE QUEEN OF THE NORTH

Two months later.
Spring had finally begun to kiss the Northern territories. The thick ice covering the Iron Wolf Valley was melting, giving way to blooming green fields and roaring, free rivers.
Winterborne Keep was no longer a cold, dark fortress of fear. Today, it was filled with banners of gold and crimson, the smell of roasting feasts, and the sound of music and laughter echoing from the high stone walls.
In the royal garden, six-year-old Clara was running through the grass, laughing merrily as she chased a massive white wolf—Gideon’s wolf companion—who was playfully letting the little girl win.
Standing on the high stone balcony overlooking the valley was Adelaide.
She wore a magnificent gown of deep midnight blue, embroidered with golden threads of the Northern crest. The pale, starving girl with bruised skin and broken spirit was completely gone. Her raven hair sparkled in the sunlight, her pale skin radiated health and warmth, and her amber eyes were bright with peace.
Warm hands gently wrapped around her waist from behind. Gideon pulled her back against his broad, warm chest, resting his chin softly on her shoulder.
"You're thinking again, little bird," Gideon whispered softly into her hair.
Adelaide smiled, leaning back against him, covering his large hands with her own. "I was just thinking about the day I was dragged into your hall in chains. I thought I was walking into my execution."
"And instead, you walked into your kingdom," Gideon said, turning her around in his arms so he could look into her eyes.
He reached up, his rough fingers gently tracing her jaw. "You saved me, Adelaide. You chose kindness over poison, courage over fear. You are the strongest person I have ever known."
"And you gave me a home," she whispered back, tears of pure happiness brimming in her eyes. "You gave Clara a future."
Gideon leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss that sealed the mate bond once and for all. A surge of pure, golden light washed over both of them, a divine mark settling onto Adelaide’s neck—the royal mark of the Alpha Queen.
Down in the courtyard, the Northern people looked up at the balcony. Thousands of warriors, servants, and townspeople raised their swords and banners into the sky, their voices echoing across the mountains in a triumphant roar:
"LONG LIVE KING GIDEON! LONG LIVE QUEEN ADELAIDE! LONG LIVE THE NORTH!"
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Gideon pulled Adelaide closer, looking out over his vast, peaceful kingdom. The darkest night was finally over, and the reign of the Wolf King and his beloved Queen had just begun.
THE END