Page 58 of King's Reckoning
Finally, Cole spoke. "The Devils support this alliance. We've seen what happens when chapters fight each other instead of protecting our shared heritage. It's time for a change."
"King's Chosen stand with you," another leader added. More voices joined in from the collectivegroup—Iron Fists, Satan's Riders, chapter after chapter pledging support to the new coalition.
"Then it's settled," King said firmly. He turned to Rowan, pride evident in his expression. "The alliance needs leadership. Someone who understands what we're really fighting for. Who can coordinate between chapters while maintaining focus on the larger goal."
Rowan felt the weight of every gaze in the room. Not so long ago, the idea of a woman leading multiple MC chapters would have been unthinkable. But they had seen her fight, seen her bring people together when they could have remained divided.
"I nominate Rowan Matthews as head of the alliance council," Cole said formally. "She's proven herself in crisis and negotiation. Shown she understands both historical context and present-day implications."
"Second," another leader called. More voices joined in, united in purpose if not yet in full trust.
Rowan tipped her head and met Reed's eyes, saw his quiet pride and unwavering support. Then she looked at King—her father, who had chosen integrity over self-protection. Who had helped create a foundation for truth rather than continued deception.
"I accept," she said clearly. "On one condition."
"Name it," Cole replied.
"The alliance needs more than just my leadership. It needs a structure that will outlast anyone person. A council representing all chapters, working together to protect our shared heritage." She smiled slightly. "No more territorial competition or resources wasted fighting each other. Just united purpose in addressing historical injustice."
Approval rippled through the room. Leaders began discussing logistics. How to coordinate between chapters, share resources, support the legal process that would evaluate these historical claims.
"There's one more thing," King said as the meeting wound down. He nodded to Reed, who stepped forward with quiet confidence.
"According to MC tradition," Reed said formally, "when a member wants to formalize a permanent relationship, certain protocols must be followed. Permissions asked. Commitments acknowledged." His eyes met Rowan's, full of warmth and love and absolute certainty. "I'm asking for those permissions now. Making those commitments in front of witnesses from all chapters."
Rowan's heart quickened as she realized what was happening. Around the table, leaders exchanged knowing glances. This had clearly been arranged beforehand.
"The alliance needs strong leadership," Cole said, his tone lighter now. "Partners who the challenges of the past and the future. Who betterthan the woman who brought us together and the man who nearly died protecting her?"
"Reed Morrison," King said formally, though his eyes held warmth. "Are you asking for my blessing regarding my daughter?"
"Yes sir," Reed replied steadily. "With your approval, and the acknowledgment of the assembled chapters."
"Rowan?" King's voice softened. "Your thoughts on this particular union?"
Rowan felt joy bubble up in her chest, pure and bright despite everything they still faced. "My answer is yes. Absolutely yes."
Reed's smile was rare and brilliant as he pulled her gently to her feet, producing a simple silver ring with intricate engravings that reminded her of the historical markings they'd fought to protect. As he slid it onto her finger, the assembled leaders nodded in approval, some even breaking into applause.
"A fitting way to cement an alliance," Cole commented, genuine pleasure in his expression. "A union between chapters. Building bridges where once stood barriers."
"Exactly," Rowan replied, unable to stop smiling as Reed's arms encircled her. "This is about more than just personal happiness. It's about creating something lasting. Something real."
The celebration that followed reflected the changing dynamics between the chapters—music and food and beers shared without the usualterritorial divisions. As the night progressed, Rowan noticed representatives from different MCs engaged in earnest conversation, exchanging contact information and making plans for joint initiatives.
"Look at that," she murmured to Reed, nodding toward where a Devils member was showing a King's Chosen brother documentation techniques. "A month ago, they would have been fighting over territory. Now they're sharing knowledge."
"Amazing what standing together against a common threat will do," Reed replied, his arm secure around her waist despite his still-healing injuries. "Though having leadership they all respect certainly helped."
Rowan watched as more connections formed across chapter lines—Devils discussing legal strategies with Iron Fists, Satan's Riders offering resources to smaller chapters. The alliance was already taking shape, evolving from concept to reality.
"They're not just acknowledging the alliance," Barbara noted, joining them with refreshments. "They're implementing it organically. Building connections that will strengthen our collective position."
"Speaking of connections," King added as he approached, "we should discuss formalizing this union properly. The alliance would benefit from a ceremonial event that brings all chapters together in celebration."
Rowan raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying we need a proper wedding for political reasons?"
King's expression softened. "I'm saying your mother would have wanted you to have a proper celebration. A chance to acknowledge this commitment without crisis looming over you."
