chapter 6: The Aftermath
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Chapter 6: Aftermath
Pain came in waves.
Luna floated in and out of consciousness, her body heavy and unresponsive. Every muscle screamed in protest, exhaustion wrapping around her like chains. She was dimly aware of warmth beneath her, of strong arms lifting her with impossible ease.
A familiar scent surrounded her.
Pine. Storm. Power.
“Easy,” a deep voice murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
Maximus.
He carried her through palace corridors, his steps steady, unhurried, as if the world itself had slowed to accommodate them. Guards moved aside instantly, heads bowed, fear and awe written across their faces.
“I finished,” Luna whispered weakly, unsure why that felt so important to say.
“I know,” he replied. “I watched.”
She tried to lift her hand, but it fell limply against his chest. Panic flared.
“I can’t feel—”
“You’re overtired,” he said firmly. “Your body protected itself.”
They entered the Royal Suite, the doors shutting behind them with a heavy click. The silence was thick, private. Maximus laid her gently on the bed, movements careful, reverent.
No one had ever touched her like this.
Not without cruelty.
Not without expectation.
He knelt beside the bed, golden light flickering faintly around his hands as he examined her trembling limbs.
“You should not have been pushed that far,” he said, anger simmering beneath his calm tone. “They wanted you to fail.”
Luna swallowed. “They always do.”
His hands stilled.
“Who?” he asked quietly.
She hesitated. Old instincts warned her to stay silent. Complaining had never ended well. But something in his gaze—steady, unyielding—made the truth slip free.
“My pack,” she said. “The Alpha’s daughter. The others. Omegas aren’t meant to stand out.”
His jaw tightened.
“They taught you to disappear.”
She nodded.
“That ends now.”
Warmth spread from his hands into her muscles, easing the worst of the pain. Luna gasped softly as relief washed over her.
“You’re healing me,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“But… you don’t do this for others.”
“No,” he said simply. “I don’t.”
The bond pulsed between them—stronger now, unmistakable. Luna felt it settle deeper, quieter, like roots anchoring her in place.
“Why me?” she asked softly. “Why an omega who doesn’t belong in your world?”
Maximus met her gaze. For once, the King looked… human.
“Because you stood when you were meant to break,” he said. “Because strength is not always loud. And because when I saw you fall—something inside me tore apart.”
Her breath caught.
Silence stretched between them, heavy with everything unsaid.
A knock sounded at the door.
Titus entered, his expression grave. “The Council is furious. They claim the trial was compromised.”
Maximus rose slowly, power radiating off him. “They humiliated her publicly.”
“They say she challenged protocol.”
Maximus turned back to Luna. “Did you challenge them?”
She shook her head. “I only refused to quit.”
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“Then let them be furious.”
He faced Titus again. “Cancel Luna’s next trial. Effective immediately.”
Titus blinked. “The Council won’t—”
“I am the King,” Maximus said coldly. “They will obey.”
When Titus left, Maximus returned to Luna’s side.
“You will rest,” he said. “And tomorrow, you will begin training privately.”
“Privately?” she echoed.
“With me.”
Her heart skipped.
“I won’t let them break you,” he added softly. “And I won’t let you hide anymore.”
Luna closed her eyes, exhaustion pulling her under once more.
For the first time in her life, she slept without fear.
Unaware that beyond the palace walls—
The Council was already plotting.
Because an omega who survived the first trial
was far more dangerous
than one who failed it.
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