All Chapters of Oops! I Crashed the Alpha King’s Wedding. . .: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Royal Cathedral had never looked more magnificent.Thousands of white roses and golden lilies adorned every pillar and pew. Crystal chandeliers glittered from the high ceilings, casting rainbow light across the marble floors. The air smelled of expensive perfume, fresh flowers, and power. This wasn’t just a wedding — it was the event of the decade. The union of two of the most powerful werewolf families in the world.Media helicopters circled overhead. Reporters lined the red carpet outside. Every major pack alpha, noble family, and influential figure had received an invitation. The entire supernatural world was watching.Inside, Asher stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black suit, his face carved from stone. He looked every inch the Alpha King — tall, imposing, devastatingly handsome. But his eyes were cold. Distant. The muscle in his jaw ticked with barely contained tension.Callie Voss walked down the aisle like a queen claiming her throne.Her gown was a masterpiece of

Hazel POVThe silence in the Royal Cathedral was absolute.Hundreds of eyes were locked on me — alphas, nobles, journalists, the most powerful werewolves in the world. My simple white dress suddenly felt like armor. My heart thundered so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.Asher stared at me from the altar, his face a mask of shock. Callie stood beside him, her extravagant gown suddenly looking ridiculous in the face of my quiet defiance.I took one more step forward.“I’m not here to cause trouble for the sake of drama,” I said, my voice carrying through the stunned hall. “I’m here because you all deserve to know the truth.”I placed both hands protectively over my rounded belly. The baby kicked hard, as if sensing the moment.“I am pregnant,” I announced clearly, loudly, letting every word ring out. “With Alpha Asher Royal’s child.”Chaos exploded.Gasps turned into shouts. People stood up. Cameras flashed wildly. Reporters surged forward against the security line. Whispers t

Alpha Asher POVThe Royal Palace was in uproar.I had barely stepped through the grand doors with Hazel at my side when the storm broke. Servants scattered. Guards stood at attention but kept their eyes down. The news of the canceled wedding and Hazel’s public announcement had spread like wildfire through the entire pack.My grandmother, Lady Elara Royal, the true Master of the family, waited for us in the central hall. She stood at the head of the long table like a queen on her throne. My father and mother flanked her, their faces carved with barely contained rage.“Asher,” Grandmother said, her voice sharp as a blade. “Explain yourself.”I kept Hazel close, my hand firm on her waist. She was trembling slightly, but she held her head high. Her simple white dress stood out against the opulent surroundings, a quiet rebellion that made my chest tighten with pride and protectiveness.“There is nothing to explain,” I replied calmly. “The wedding is canceled. I will not marry Callie Voss.”

Hazel POVThe black SUV moved smoothly through the city streets, leaving behind the chaos of the cathedral and the flashing cameras. I sat in the back seat with Lucas on one side and Mom on the other. None of us spoke. The weight of everything that had happened today pressed down on us like a heavy blanket.Asher sat in the front passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at me through the rearview mirror. His expression was calm, but I could see the tension in his jaw. He had not let go of my hand since we left the cathedral.We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the busy city behind and heading toward the hills on the outskirts. Tall iron gates opened automatically as we approached a large, modern mansion surrounded by high walls and thick trees. Security cameras followed our every move. Guards in dark uniforms stood at various points along the driveway.This was the safe house Asher had mentioned.The car stopped in front of the grand entrance. Asher stepped out first and opened the

Hazel POVThe safe house sat on a quiet hill overlooking the city, surrounded by high walls and thick trees. It was beautiful in a cold, perfect way — modern lines, large windows, and luxury I had only ever seen in magazines. But no matter how many times I walked through its rooms, it never felt like home.Asher had increased security even more after the wedding. Guards patrolled the grounds in shifts. Cameras covered every corner. No one could enter or leave without clearance. It was necessary, he said. Callie was still out there, angry and unpredictable.I stood at the living room window that evening, watching two guards walk the perimeter. Their presence made me feel both safe and trapped. Mom was in the garden with Lucas, trying to enjoy the fresh air. Lucas moved slowly, still healing from the last attack, but he was getting stronger. Mom looked less frightened now, though she still jumped at sudden noises.Asher arrived just after sunset.He came through the front door carrying