The Servant Girl Treated the Alpha King’s Deadly Beast Like a Gentle Puppy — But When the Monster Bowed Before Her, the King Discovered She Was Hiding a Power That Could Change His Entire Kingdom

Chapter 7

The silver struck Varg’s chest.

He roared. His body staggered. And for one horrifying second, the great beast collapsed.

“No!” Lilian dropped beside him.

Blood stained his black fur. The silver poison spread rapidly beneath his skin. His breathing slowed. Those warm amber eyes were fading.

She cradled his massive head in her lap. “Please,” she whispered through tears. “You promised you’d let me finish healing those scars.”

Varg blinked weakly. His tail gave the faintest tap against the stone.

Even now, he was trying to comfort her.

Something inside Lilian broke. Not from despair. From love. Pure. Selfless. Unafraid.

The warmth inside her heart exploded. Light burst outward in every direction. It was not violent. It was not destructive. It simply filled everything.

Every wounded soldier felt pain disappear. Every frightened horse became calm. Flowers growing between cracked stones suddenly bloomed. Even the broken eastern wall shimmered beneath soft silver light.

The corruption inside the Moonstone screamed. Tiny fractures spread across its surface.

Then—

CRACK.

The stone shattered into glittering dust.

Silas stared in disbelief. “No…” His sword slipped from his fingers. The darkness surrounding him vanished.

The Crimson Fang warriors looked at one another. Without the corrupted Moonstone, without its unnatural influence, many simply dropped their weapons. Others fell to their knees.

The war was over.

Lilian looked back at Varg. The silver poison was gone. The great wolf slowly opened his eyes. Warm amber. Peaceful.

Alive.

He licked her hand once. Then he rested his enormous head against her shoulder.

The courtyard erupted. Some soldiers openly cried. Mrs. Thorn, head of the household, quietly wiped one eye before pretending she had dust in it. “You saw nothing,” she muttered to the nearest servant.

“Of course not.”

Balthazar approached slowly. For the first time in anyone’s memory, the oldest elder in the kingdom bowed. Not to Leon. To Lilian.

“I judged you by fear instead of truth,” he said, his voice shaking. “I was wrong.”

Lilian stepped back quickly. “You don’t need to bow.”

“Perhaps I do.” He smiled sadly. “It has taken me ninety years to learn what you understood in two weeks.”

She offered him her hand. He took it.

Leon watched the exchange in silence. Then he walked toward Silas, who remained kneeling among the shattered pieces of the corrupted Moonstone.

“I hated you,” Silas admitted quietly.

“I know.”

“I thought Father stole everything from me.”

Leon sighed. “No. Our father stole something from both of us.”

Silas looked up. “He taught us that power was stronger than compassion.”

Leon glanced at Lilian, who was stroking Varg’s ears. “He was wrong.”

Silas lowered his head. For the first time in thirty years, he stopped fighting.