Oops! I Crashed the Alpha King’s Wedding. . .의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Hazel POVThe pain was no longer waves. It was a relentless storm.I gripped the edges of the hospital bed so tightly my knuckles turned white. Another contraction tore through me, low and vicious, wrapping around my lower back and pelvis like a vise. I cried out, the sound raw and broken, my body curling instinctively around my swollen belly as if I could shield the baby from the agony.Asher was right there.He had not left my side for even a moment since the labor began in earnest. His strong arm was wrapped around my shoulders, supporting me as I leaned forward. His other hand held mine, letting me squeeze as hard as I needed. His voice, low and steady, cut through the haze of pain.“Breathe, Hazel. In through your nose… out through your mouth. That’s it. You’re doing so well. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”I gasped for air as the contraction peaked, then slowly ebbed. Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead. Tears streamed down my face. I had never felt anything like this — a deep

Hazel POVThe first week after our son’s birth passed in a haze of exhaustion, wonder, and overwhelming love.We named him Kael.It was Asher’s suggestion on the second day, spoken softly while he held our tiny son against his chest. “Kael Royal,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “It means ‘mighty warrior’ in the old tongue. He fought so hard to get here. He deserves a strong name.”I had cried when I agreed. Kael felt right. Strong. Beautiful. Ours.The safe house had been transformed into a quiet nursery wing. Maria and a team of trusted nurses helped around the clock, but Asher refused to let anyone take over completely. He was there for every feeding, every diaper change, every sleepless night. The Alpha King who once commanded armies now spent his days learning how to swaddle a newborn and rocking our son when he cried.I woke up on the fourth morning to the sound of soft humming.Asher stood by the window, Kael cradled against his bare chest, swaying gently as he hummed an

Hazel POVThe Royal Palace’s Grand Hall had never felt so vast or so final.I sat in the front row of the assembled council, my hand resting protectively on my rounded belly. Kael was only three weeks old, but he was already the center of my world. He slept peacefully in the bassinet beside me, wrapped in the soft yellow blanket Mom had finished knitting. Asher stood at the center of the hall, tall and commanding in his formal black suit, his presence alone enough to silence the room.Today was the day Callie Voss would face justice.The hall was packed. Nobles, alphas, and high-ranking pack members filled every seat. Reporters lined the back walls, cameras flashing discreetly. The air was thick with anticipation. This was not just a trial. It was a public reckoning.Callie stood in the center of the floor, flanked by two guards. She looked like a ghost of the woman who had once walked down the cathedral aisle in diamonds and triumph. Her platinum hair was pulled back severely. Her de

Hazel POVKael was six weeks old when Asher began proving his love in ways that left me breathless.It started quietly one morning. I woke to the soft sound of our son’s breathing and the warmth of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Asher was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with Kael cradled against his bare chest. Our baby looked tiny in his father’s strong arms, but completely safe. Asher was humming softly — an old lullaby I didn’t recognize — while Kael slept peacefully.I watched them for a long moment, my heart swelling with a love so deep it almost hurt.When Asher noticed I was awake, he turned and gave me that rare, gentle smile he saved only for us. “Good morning, beautiful.”“You’re up early,” I whispered, sitting up slowly. My body was still healing, but the deep exhaustion of the first weeks had begun to ease.“I wanted to let you sleep,” he said, carefully placing Kael in the bassinet beside the bed. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, then my lips

Hazel POVThe Royal Palace felt different this time.It wasn’t the cold, intimidating fortress it had been during my first tense meeting with Lady Elara. Nor was it the chaotic stage of the canceled wedding. Tonight, the grand dining hall glowed with warm candlelight and soft golden chandeliers. Fresh flowers adorned the long table — white lilies and cream roses, chosen deliberately to honor the simplicity I preferred. The air smelled of roasted herbs, fresh bread, and something faintly sweet.This was not a council meeting. This was a family dinner.Kael was three months old now, sleeping peacefully in a bassinet beside me, wrapped in the soft yellow blanket my mother had finished knitting. He had grown so much — chubby cheeks, dark hair like his father’s, and eyes that were starting to shift toward a deep hazel. Every time he smiled at me, my heart felt too big for my chest.Asher stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. He wore a simple black suit, bu