Daryl stood over the fallen form of Vercus, his chest rising and falling heavily as the storm of battle subsided. Blood and sweat dripped from his brow, but his heart pulsed with a strange sense of peace.
Vercus’s body lay still, consumed by the dark magic he had once wielded with pride.
The power of Jeldon’s spirit, the malevolent force that had bound him, had been shattered by the strength Daryl unleashed, channeling the light of Yago Dir Gunther, his great ancestor.
The battlefield was eerily quiet now, with the once fierce and chaotic battle reduced to hushed murmurs of the survivors.
Vercus’s corrupted Lycans had either fallen or fled in the face of the united packs. For the first time, Daryl felt the weight of destiny lifting from his shoulders.
He had done it. He had saved his family, his pack, and the Lycan race from the curse that had haunted them for generations.
But the victory was bittersweet. The ground was littered with the fallen, and though they had won, the cost of war was written in every exhausted face around him.
As the adrenaline of the battle subsided, Daryl felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Liam, his father, his face worn from the fight but filled with pride.
Greg stood nearby, his expression one of relief, as they both acknowledged the magnitude of what had just been achieved.
“You did it,” Liam said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ve ended the curse.”
Daryl nodded, the weight of his destiny finally beginning to lift. “We all did. We fought together.”
Elaine, his mother, came rushing toward him, tears streaming down her face.
“Daryl!” Her voice cracked as she threw herself into his arms. “You did it. You saved us.” Her hands trembled as they cupped his face, her eyes filled with awe and pride.
Daryl embraced her, holding her tightly. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
His heart ached with the magnitude of the moment, but relief washed over him knowing that they were finally free.
In the distance, Elaine’s mother, Daryl’s grandmother, stood frozen in place, watching the scene unfold with wide, tearful eyes.
She hadn’t seen Daryl since he was born, having been held captive by Vercus for years, Vercus had brought her along to taunt Elaine with but did not last long enough to do as please.
Now, finally free, she took a tentative step forward, her body trembling with overwhelming emotions.
Daryl turned, his eyes locking onto hers. The recognition was instant, something deep and instinctual. He had never met his grandmother, yet there was something familiar in the way she looked at him-something that stirred his soul.
“Grandmother,” Daryl breathed, his voice hoarse from the battle but filled with emotion.
She staggered toward him, her hands outstretched, as tears spilled down her cheeks. “Daryl,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “My grandson… you’ve grown into a man, a king. I never thought I’d live to see this day.”
When they embraced, it was as though the years of separation, the pain, and the suffering melted away. His grandmother sobbed against his chest, her frail body shaking as she clung to him.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” she wept. “So long to see you, to hold you. You are the hope our family has needed, Daryl. You’ve broken the curse.”
Daryl held her tightly, his own tears falling. “You’re safe now. I promise, you’ll never be taken from us again.”
Elaine joined them, the three generations of their family finally reunited after years of torment.
The emotional weight of the reunion was almost too much to bear, but it was a healing moment-a bond that would never be broken again.
As the battle’s survivors began to gather, Daryl knew the time had come to address them. With his grandmother and mother by his side, he stepped forward, his eyes scanning the remaining warriors.
The leaders of the packs had come together, old alliances rekindled, and even former enemies stood united.
“Today,” Daryl began, his voice carrying across the crowd,
“we stand victorious, not because of our individual strength, but because we fought as one. Vercus sought to divide us, to destroy everything we’ve built, but together, we have proven that unity is our greatest power.”
There were murmurs of agreement, and heads bowed in respect.
“As your king,” Daryl continued, the title feeling both heavy and empowering, “I vow to protect our people, to rule with compassion, strength, and fairness. The darkness that once plagued us has been vanquished, and now, we will build a future where every Lycan can live without fear.”
He turned toward Leo, who stood at his side, battered but unbroken. “Leo,” Daryl said, his voice full of admiration,
“You’ve proven yourself as a leader, a brother, and an Alpha. The Waterfall pack needs you now, and I know there’s no one better to guide them into the future.”
Leo’s eyes gleamed with pride as he stepped forward. “I accept,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ll rebuild, and we’ll grow stronger than ever.”
The crowd cheered, the sound of hope and renewal echoing across the battlefield.
As the sun began to rise on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the bloodied landscape, Daryl, Leo, and Aria gathered together.
The war had ended, but their journey was far from over. There was still so much to rebuild, so many wounds to heal.
Aria’s hand rested on her stomach, and she smiled softly as she turned toward the brothers.
“I have something to tell you both,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m pregnant.”
Both Daryl and Leo froze, their eyes wide with shock and then overwhelming joy. They embraced her, the three of them laughing and crying all at once.
“You’re going to be fathers,” Aria whispered, her eyes shining. “And this child will be the symbol of everything we’ve fought for-our future.”
The moment was pure and filled with love, the perfect contrast to the horrors they had just endured.
The three of them stood together, knowing that no matter what challenges came their way, they would face them as a family.
The final scene captured a serene, peaceful day at Waterfall. The packs had come together to celebrate their victory and their new future.
Laughter filled the air, and for the first time in a long while, peace reigned over the Lycan territories.
Elaine sat with her mother, the two of them catching up on years of lost time. Daryl watched them from a distance, his heart swelling with gratitude and contentment.
Leo and Aria stood beside him, their hands intertwined, their gazes full of love and hope.
“We’ve been through hell,” Daryl said quietly, “but now… now we get to live.”
“And love,” Aria added, resting her head against his shoulder. “We get to love.”
Daryl smiled, pulling them both into a tight embrace. “To the future,” he whispered.
And with that, this book closed on the story of Daryl, Leo, and Aria-a family bound by love, destiny, and the strength to overcome anything that came their way.
They had found their happily ever after, and together, they would forge a new era for the Lycans, and werewolves, one filled with hope, unity, and endless possibilities.
THE END
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(Author’s Note:
Hi everyone!
I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for sticking with me until the final page of *Mated to Two Alpha Brothers*! It has been an incredible journey, and I must say, none of this would have been possible without your support.
Be sure to check out my latest book, *A Luna’s Revenge)*-trust me, it’s a story you won’t want to miss!
Bye for now, and I’ll catch up with you all later! Xoxo.)