Rejected Omega Was Told to Sing the Luna Hymn as a Joke – But Her Voice Left the Alpha King Speechless
A New Purpose
He laughed, that genuine, joyful sound of relief and wonder.
“A riddle?”
he repeated.
“Give me time. I’ve been cursed for five years; my romantic skills are rusty.”
“You’ll have time,”
I promised.
“All the time in the world.”
We stood there in the wreckage of his cage, holding each other as dawn light began filtering through the high windows.
The magic was gone, the curse was broken, and for the first time in either of our lives, we weren’t alone anymore.
The palace erupted with the news. The servants wept with relief, the advisers celebrated, and messages were sent to the packs, to the council, to every corner of the kingdom. The Alpha King was whole again.
The Proposal
But Charles barely noticed the commotion. He was too busy looking at me like I’d hung the moon.
“Marry me,”
he said that afternoon in the library where we’d spent so many mornings.
I blinked.
“What?”
“Marry me. Not because of the curse or the promise or any agreement.”
He took my hands in his.
“Marry me because I love you. Because you see me wholly, and I see you the same way. Because you’re brave and brilliant and the only person who’s ever looked at my broken pieces and called them beautiful.”
“I’m still wolfless,”
I said quietly.
“Still barren. I can’t give you heirs, can’t strengthen your bloodline.”
“I don’t care,”
his voice was fierce.
Worth More Than Heirs
“You gave me back my soul, Catherine. That’s worth more than a thousand heirs. And if we want children, we’ll find another way—adoption, guardianship, whatever.”
“But I don’t want you for your womb or your wolf. I want you for your mind and your heart and your terrible habit of asking questions that make me reconsider everything I thought I knew.”
I stared at him—this powerful king who’d once been a beast, who taught me I was worth more than my defects.
“Yes,”
I whispered.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
His smile was radiant. He pulled me into his arms, spinning me once before kissing me thoroughly.
“Your Majesty?”
Thomas appeared in the doorway, then stopped short.
“Oh! Should I come in?”
Luna Queen Catherine
Charles said, not letting me go:
“You should hear this first, Thomas. You’ve stood by me through everything.”
Thomas entered cautiously, his old eyes sharp.
“Hear what, Your Majesty?”
“I’m getting married. Catherine has agreed to be my Luna Queen.”
Thomas’s face transformed, shock giving way to joy, giving way to tears.
“Your Majesty, Miss Catherine… I… his voice broke. I’m so very happy for you both.”
“You’ll stand with me at the ceremony,”
Charles declared.
“You and the few others who never gave up hope.”
“It would be my honor.”
Thomas bowed deeply, then with a sly smile:
“Should I inform the council that the king has chosen a Luna?”
Defying the Council
“Inform them,”
Charles said.
“And tell them that any objections to my choice will be considered treason.”
I elbowed him.
“You can’t threaten your council.”
“I’m the king. I can do what I want.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love me anyway.”
He kissed my temple.
“See? Perfect match.”
That night—the first night in five years—Charles didn’t have to be locked underground. We stood on the palace balcony and looked out over the city.
“What happens now?”
I asked, leaning into his warmth.
“Now?”
He wrapped his arms around me.
“Now we plan a wedding. Now we rule together. Now we live.”
Integrated Truth
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
He paused.
“Though there is one thing I need to tell you.”
Dread touched my spine.
“What?”
“The beast—he’s still here. Not separate anymore, but present. I can feel his thoughts, his emotions integrated with mine. It’s like having all my feelings accessible again after years of numbness.”
He turned me to face him.
“Is that going to bother you? That part of me will always be a little wild, a little inhuman?”
I cupped his face in my hands.
“Charles, I fell in love with the beast, too, remember? I don’t want you to lose that part. I want all of you.”
His eyes gleamed, and for just a moment, I saw a flicker of gold in the gray—the beast acknowledging me.
“He says thank you,”
Charles murmured.
“And that you’re still his songbird.”
I smiled.
“Always.”
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