Page 83 of Pregnant, Rejected and Exiled By the Lycan King

Below, the integration housing project showed lights in every window. Alphas and omegas living as neighbors, their children playing together without the artificial barriers previous generations had imposed. The medical center treated all equally, no longer relegating omega care to lesser facilities. The schools taught respect over dominance, cooperation over subjugation. Everything my father had begun in memory of Serena, we’d brought to fruition.

“Can you believe we’re here?” Rhea leaned into me, and I breathed in her scent. No longer tinged with fear or anger, just contentment and love.

“There were times I thought we’d never make it,” I admitted. “When you were gone, when the pack was fracturing, when the twins came early...”

“But we did make it.” She turned in my arms to face me. “Broken and reformed, but stronger for it.”

The city below us sparkled with promise. Where once patrols had enforced separation, now community watches ensured safety for all. Where once omega businesses had been restricted to certain districts, now they flourished throughout the territory. The changes were small and large, personal and systemic, all building toward a future neither of us had dared imagine.

“No more secrets. No more lies.” Rhea traced patterns on my chest, directly over my heart.

“Never again. We face everything together.” I caught her hand, pressing it flat against me so she could feel my heartbeat. “The good and the bad, the triumphs and the challenges.”

“Do you think they’d be proud? Your father, Serena?” The question held weight, generations of pain seeking resolution.

I considered it carefully. My father, who’d loved an omega but couldn’t save her. Serena, my mother, who’d died bringing me into a world that wasn’t ready for change.

“I think they’re finally at peace.” The truth of it settled over me. “We’re living the future they dreamed of but couldn’t create.”

“Then we have to protect it. Make sure it lasts beyond us.” Rhea looked back toward the nursery where our children slept. “They’ll face challenges we can’t imagine. There will always be those who resist change.”

“But they’ll face them with the truth. No hidden birthrights, no lies about their worth, no poisonous secrets.” I pulled her closer. “They’ll know they were wanted, both of them, equally.”

“Promise me something. We raise them to be better than we were.” Her eyes met mine in the moonlight.

“I promise. We’ll show them that love is the greatest power of all.”

THE END