Epilogue 

Killian’s POV 

The wind on the hill cammed the scent of lavender and rain drenched grass, and for anvament, everything fall t council meetings, threats, and especially whispers in the dark that often cruded my mind of the stared at blond that sometimes surged without warning 

Only the sound of Rosslyn’e laughter, sweet and melodic, dofted behind me 

I turned to look at her he was barefoot in the garden, one hand resting gently on the curve of her badly She moved me slowly these days. Honestly, she was glowing even more than before, her belly beginning to swell agen Twins again i couldn’t quite believe it 

“Are you staring at me, Your Majesty?” she teased, raising an eyebron 

“I always do” I replied, walking toward her “Hard not to, when it comes to you” 

“So cheesy 

She rolled her eyes, but smiled as I helped her down onto the stone bench beneath the arbor i could feet a vick, one of the babies stirred beneath her skin. 

“Well, someone’s taking after their sisters, Rosalyn chuckled “They’re already little warriors Don’t you think? 

“I’m hoping at least one of them inherits your gentle nature, love, I can’t imagine dealing with another miniature version of me,” I winced. 

“But the healer said we’re having twin boys,” she said innocently. 

I groaned, rubbing my face. “It’s going to be a nightmare.” 

“Oh, relax,” she said soothingly, running her hand down my arm. “You’ve already got the twins on your side. They’ll be the perfect match for the new ones someday.” 

Ah, of course. Anna and Alice were seventeen now. Sharp, fearless, and more intelligent than half the members of my court. Alice was off studying diplomacy in the eastern territories. Anna had taken to combat training like she was born with a sword in her hand. She wanted to lead a scout unit. I told her she should start by learning patience. 

She told me I needed to stop underestimating her. 

And Elias, oh gods, the youngest. He was twelve now and already taller than some of the palace guards. He inherited much of his mother’s temperament, even with his father Mikael’s features. Elias was gentle, curious, and a touch stubborn. He loved science more than anything. Sundrench’s environment suited him perfectly. It was the right choice to stay away from the modern world. 

Elias had thrived in the kingdom. Just last week, he tamed a wyvern hatchling and tried to keep it in his room. Rosalyn nearly fainted. I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. Elias was a wonder of a child with all his peculiarities. 

He was mine in every way that mattered. Mikael was probably up there in the heavens, scratching his head over how wildly different his children had turned out. 

“Luna Karina and Alpha Jayden still insist they’ll win the bet, Rosalyn said gently, her hand stroking mine over her belly.* But you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure we’ll be the winners.” 

“Wouldn’t surprise me if they did win. They do share one brain,” I snorted. 

“All I really hope is that these two inherit your calm.” 

She laughed. Truly, how this woman only grew more beautiful with time, only the gods could know. “You mean the calm! pretended to have while raising warrior children and ruling a kingdom with a brooding husband?” 

“Brooding? I prefer ‘purposefully contemplative.” 

She rested her head on my shoulder. “You’ve grown softer. Where’s my fierce Lycan king gone?” 

“Careful not to let the elders hear that.” 

“I’m serious,” she said, eyes closed. “You were all stone and shadow when we first met. And now, look at you.” 

I looked at the gardens we built together, the towers we rebuilt, all the peace that had endured for nearly a decade under our reign, and the family that had grown wild and strong around us. 

“I had a reason to change,” I said. 

“Can you tell me what it was?” 

“It was you.” 

Rosalyn looked up at me with pure joy, immediately planting a kiss on my cheek and then my lips. I couldn’t stop the fresh wave of love that bloomed in my chest. If the twins had been here, they would’ve dramatically pulled out imaginary buckets 

Epilogue 

and pretended to gag Mischievous little devils. 

Like many evenings over the past years, after the sun had set and the bonfires were lit across the castle courtyard, we had dinner together under a sky scattered with stars. 

Alice had returned home for the equinox festival, and the girls couldn’t stop teasing each other Elias tried to act mature around them but gave up halfway, dissolving into laughter with both of them 

Rosalyn watched them with a smile that peeled years off her face. She caught my gaze from across the table 

“Still think you’re not fit to be a father?” she asked with a teasing grin 

“I think I’ve become quite the expert, actually.” 

Elias looked up. “Is that why we’re having more babies?” 

The table fell completely silent. Anna spat out her drink. Alice burst out laughing so hard she nearly fell off her chair 

Rosalyn shook her head. “Elias-^ 

“I heard you talking to the healer,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “And also, I saw the baby cradle in your room” I stared at him, feigning defeat. “We’ve raised a spy, my love.” 

“A very sweet spy,” she said. 

“And dangerous.” 

“Just the way we raise them.” 

Later, when the children were asleep and the night had grown deep, I lay beside Rosalyn in our bed, her back pressed against my chest, my hand resting gently on our unborn children. 

Moments like these made everything feel more real, more alive. 

“Did you ever imagine it would be like this?” I asked. 

“I always hoped,” she said softly. “Even when I felt uncertain. Even when I thought survival was the best I could do. And then you came so bold, and yet so gentle, to tend wounds I never thought could heal. My heart and soul…” 

I kissed the back of her neck. “And I always will. For you, my love.” 

Twasn’t wrong to give you a second chance, Killian. You’ve proven yourself far beyond anything I ever expected.” 

I shook my head. “That’s only because you were the best teacher. I healed because of you, too.” 

Rosalyn turned, shifting carefully to face me. Her hair spilled across the pillow, streaks of silver glinting in the dark. I loved every line on her face, every mark from the years we had weathered together. 

“You always ask me what I want, don’t you?” she whispered. 

“I don’t want a legacy. I don’t care if history remembers us.” 

I tilted her chin gently. “Then what do you want?” 

“You. The children. Our family. Days where we can simply be together. I never minded the idea of living forever, as long as it was with you,” Rosalyn said, her eyes soft and steady. 

“Then we’ve already won.” 

This is love. Not the pursuit of some perfect ending but these quiet, unshaken days of peace. I believe I can face anything with her. And the kingdom will change. Time will move forward. However, her hand will always be in mine, and that is more than enough. 

“I love you, Killian Rudwick.” 

“Too, my heart.” 

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