Page 100 of Storms of His Wrath

Through their bond, he felt Naya’s drowsy satisfaction, the bone-deep happiness of a woman who had found her true place in the world. They had built an empire not through force but through love, and their greatest achievements still stretched ahead like endless desert horizons.

Naya

Afternoon light had shifted to burnished gold by the time Naya emerged from drowsy satisfaction, still cradled against Akoro’s chest while their daughter slept nearby. The contentment flowing through their bond was rich and warm, saturating every breath with happiness she’d never imagined possible.

Through tall windows, Onn Kkulma bustled with activity—merchants hawking wares, children playing in safe streets, the easy prosperity that marked their successful reign. A year ago, she’d been a reluctant princess torn between duty and desire. Now she was a queen who’d found her purpose, her people, her home.

“We’ll need to expand the royal wing for our generation of children,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Already summoned the architects,” Akoro said, his purr rumbling like distant thunder. “Eight children require eight suites, a private dining hall, two combat arenas, and a sand pit the size of a small kingdom.”

She snorted. “Seven more. Unless you’re planning to start snatching babies from passing caravans.”

“Only from you,tmot zia,” he murmured. “And I’m not above strategic seduction to meet my quota.”

The certainty in his voice sent warmth cascading through her. This man who had once been her captor, her tormentor, had become the anchor that held her world steady. The scar he’d carved into her face was so faint now, but served as daily reminders of how far they’d traveled together.

Rising to check on Nnava, Naya marveled at the tiny miracle they’d created. Her daughter’s features held promise of devastating beauty. But it was the peaceful trust in her sleeping face that made Naya’s chest ache with fierce protectiveness.

“She’ll be formidable,” Naya whispered, adjusting silk blankets around their child. “Strong like her father, stubborn like her mother.”

“Terrifying combination,” Akoro agreed, moving to stand behind her. His arms circled her waist, pulling her back against solid warmth. “The advisers won’t know what struck them in twenty years.”

The future stretched before them, bright with possibility. More children to love and guide, a kingdom to nurture into prosperity, the growing alliance between their peoples that would benefit generations. The integration of the Omegas had transformed not just Tshashokra but the entire understanding of what their society could become.

“Oshrun looked radiant today,” Naya said, leaning into her mate’s embrace. “I suspect we’ll have another cousin for Nnava soon.”

“Oppo will be insufferable with pride.” Akoro chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Though I can hardly judge. I nearly started a war the first time someone suggested our daughter might one day leave for marriage negotiations.”

“She’s three months old, Akoro.”

“Irrelevant. No man will ever be worthy of her.”

Naya turned in his arms, studying the face that had become dearer to her than breathing. The harsh lines had softened with happiness, though he remained unmistakably dangerous—a king who ruled through strength tempered by wisdom. Their people adored him but for his fierce protection, his unwavering commitment to them.

“Do you ever regret it?” she asked quietly. “The path that brought us here?”

His dark eyes burned into hers with laser intensity. “I regret the pain I caused you. I regret the time we lost to my stupidity. But regret loving you? Regret finding you?” He cupped her face with his hand. “Never. Not if the alternative was a lifetime without this.”

The bond between them pulsed with absolute truth, carrying emotions too vast for words. Love, yes, but also partnership, respect, the kind of connection that had transformed them both into better versions of themselves.

Evening painted the sky in shades of rose and gold as servants began lighting oil lamps throughout their chambers. Soon dinner would be served, followed by an evening court where they would address their people’s concerns. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new opportunities to serve the kingdom they’d built together.

But for now, in the sanctuary of their private chambers with their daughter sleeping peacefully and their bond humming with satisfaction, Naya allowed herself to simply exist in this moment of perfect happiness.

They had conquered nothing through force and everything through love. They’d built a new Sy Dynasty not on conquest but on connection, and their greatest victories still lay ahead—in the children they would raise, the kingdom they would nurture, the love that would anchor them through whatever storms might come.

As Akoro’s purr filled the chamber and Nnava stirred softly in her sleep, Naya closed her eyes and let contentment wash over her like warm sunlight. She was exactly where she belonged—queen, mate, mother—and the future had never blazed brighter.

The End

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