Semua Bab DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Bab 191 - Bab 196

Silence. Explosive relief. Rhea and Senai reverted, exhausted, drenched in ash and rain, bodies still trembling from power expended. Queen Delilah stumbled to embrace them, tears staining her face. The smoke cleared, and light returned. Shola, still sealed in the invisibility shield, emerged. She knelt beside the twins, pressing her forehead to theirs. “You saved us.” They collapsed in tears, their first grief tears of the night. Amanok walked to Shola’s side, comforting. Maxwell and Farrell followed, helping rebuild collapsed fences. Alec was still lost, but the world lived. The queen gathered her children. “You were born to this. You are flame incarnate. Tonight, we burned back the darkness.” They looked at one another, faces streaked with soot, clothes torn, magic flaring weakly at their fingertips. But alive. Deep into the night, Queen Delilah returned to the hidden estate. The battle had been long. The twins collapsed in exhaustion. Delilah fell silent over them, guarding

Alec still cradled Shola in his arms, standing amidst the silent aftermath of battle. Their breaths slowed, shivering from adrenaline and emotion. “Please, don’t cry anymore,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her temple. “It’s over. The war is over. You’re safe now.” “I don’t know how to stop,” she whispered, eyes red and shimmering. “I thought I lost you.” “I would never be lost,” Alec replied, brushing her hair back. “Not you. Never you.” Behind them, Queen Delilah knelt beside Rhea and Senai, resting bedding over their blood-stained robes and tracing soothing patterns on their arms. The twins had fought like burning storms; now they trembled, shaken to their bones. Delilah’s own face was stained with ash, and silent pride. Around them, distant echoes of applause rose. Not songs of celebration, but of awe. Civilians, rescued survivors, and soldiers edged closer. Some were searching for family. Others stared at Alec in stunned wonder, recognizing the billionaire businessman

The morning sun rose quietly over the hill of the sacred grounds, where Farrell was buried. The wind was soft, whispering through the trees, carrying the scent of flowers and peace. Queen Delilah walked slowly along the narrow path, her long white cloak trailing behind her. In her hands, she held a bouquet of white lilies, Farrell's favorite flower. She stopped in front of the marble grave. The name etched on the stone sparkled under the sunlight: Alpha Farrell of the Blue Moon Pack A Warrior. A Lover. A Legend. Delilah knelt slowly, her fingers touching the cold stone. Her heart ached, still not fully healed. A soft breeze moved her blonde hair as she closed her eyes. "I miss you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Every day, I carry your memory. Every step, I feel your strength." She looked up at the sky, her eyes wet with tears. "You chose to save our son. And with that choice, you saved all of us." Moments later, Alec walked up behind her, holding Shola's hand. King Maxwe