《Oops! I Crashed the Alpha King’s Wedding. . .》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

Hazel POVThe safe house had slowly transformed from a luxurious prison into something that almost felt like home.Eight months pregnant now.My body was heavy, full, and often exhausted, but there was a quiet strength growing inside me alongside the baby. The violent nausea had finally eased into manageable waves. My back still ached with a deep, persistent throb, and my ankles swelled noticeably by evening, but I could move more freely than before. The baby’s kicks were strong and frequent — little reminders that life was pushing forward no matter how complicated the world outside these walls became.I stood on the wide balcony in the late afternoon light, one hand resting protectively on my large, rounded belly. The garden below was vibrant with flowers Mom had planted and tended with care. Lucas was down there with her, laughing as he helped carry a watering can. The sound of their voices carried up to me on the breeze, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel something close to

Callie POVThe Voss estate felt like a tomb.I paced the length of my private sitting room, the shattered crystal from the vase I had thrown earlier still scattered across the marble floor like tiny diamonds of failure. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, mocking me with its brightness. Outside, the gardens bloomed perfectly, but inside, everything was falling apart.The plan had been flawless. Or so I had believed.Nylah sat on the chaise, her tablet in her lap, scrolling through the latest headlines with a pale face. The alliance with Toni Torres had seemed like the perfect weapon. His reach, his grudges, his network of journalists and spies had given us the power to strike from the shadows. We had leaked the stories carefully, crafted the narratives, seeded the rumors. Hazel as the manipulative gold-digger. Asher as the distracted, weakened king. The pack turning against him. The council questioning his leadership.For the first forty-eight hours, it had worked.So

Callie POVThe Voss estate felt like a tomb.I stood alone in the grand ballroom where I had once imagined dancing as the new Luna. The crystal chandeliers hung dark and silent above me. The marble floor, once polished for my wedding reception, now reflected only my lonely silhouette. The flowers had long since wilted and been cleared away. Everything that should have been mine lay in ruins because of one girl.Hazel Hudson.Her name tasted like poison on my tongue.I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking sharply against the cold stone. The humiliation from the cathedral still burned like fresh acid. I could still hear the gasps of the crowd as she walked down the aisle in that cheap white dress. I could still see Asher turning away from me to stand beside her. I could still feel the eyes of the entire werewolf world pitying me — the fallen bride, discarded for a pregnant nobody.My hands clenched into fists until my nails drew blood. The pain felt good. It reminded me I wa

Hazel POVThe Royal Palace felt heavier this time.The same sunlit sitting room where the first tense conversation had taken place now carried a different weight. Lady Elara sat at the head of the table like a queen who had already decided the verdict. Asher’s father stood to her right, arms crossed, face stern. His mother sat to her left, elegant and composed, but her eyes held a flicker of reluctant curiosity rather than outright hostility. Asher stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. My belly was very round now — eight and a half months — and the baby kicked steadily, as if reminding me why I was here.I was no longer the frightened girl who had crashed the wedding. I was a mother fighting for her child’s future.Lady Elara spoke first, her voice calm but carrying the authority of generations.“We have decided to accept you into the Royal family, Hazel Hudson. Not because we fully approve of the circumstances, but because the child you carry is Roy

Hazel POVThe Royal Palace had never felt more intimidating than it did on this particular afternoon.I stood outside the private sitting room where Lady Elara waited, my hand resting protectively on my very round belly. Eight and a half months pregnant now. The baby was active, kicking steadily as if sensing my nerves. My simple but elegant maternity dress — chosen carefully by Asher — felt both too plain and too formal at the same time. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.Asher stood beside me, his hand on the small of my back. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said softly. “I will be right here with you.”I nodded, grateful for his presence. “I know. But this is something I need to face. Your grandmother needs to see me. Not just as the girl who crashed the wedding, but as the woman who loves you and is carrying your child.”He kissed my temple gently. “You are stronger than you know, Hazel. She will see that.”The doors opened. A servant bowed and ushered us inside.