All Chapters of The lycan king’s regret : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(POV: Kaelor) I sat at my desk reviewing the final guest list for the royal wedding ceremony while signing dozens of trade agreements and land grants, and the room was dead silent except for the scratch of my quill pen moving rapidly across the parchment, and I rubbed my eyes because reading through hundreds of merchant names and pack elders was starting to give me a headache, and the heavy doors to the office remained shut tight while I tried to finish the paperwork before the evening meetings began, and Alexander knocked twice on the door before stepping inside holding a stack of military reports from the southern border guards, and he asked if I had a spare minute to look over the new patrol schedules, and I told him to set the papers right next to the inkwell and promised I would review them as soon as I finished signing these trade documents, and Alexander nodded and asked if I needed anything else before he headed down to the courtyard to inspect the training squads, and I shoo

(POV: Alexander) I stood at the altar site in the royal gardens alongside James, checking the positioning of the chairs and making sure the security guards had clear sightlines of all perimeter entrances, and everything had to be completely flawless for Sabriel and James's big day tomorrow, and James was pacing back and forth across the stone platform muttering to himself about whether the wedding vows were too long or too short, and I laughed and told him to calm down because nobody memorized their vows anyway, and James stopped pacing and looked at me with wide eyes, asking if I thought Sabriel was going to change her mind and run away before the ceremony started, and I patted him on the shoulder and told him that Sabriel loved him too much to run away, even if he did drive her crazy with his endless questions about food and seating charts, and James let out a long breath of relief and tried to turn around to walk off the stage, and a main event happened right then when James trips

(POV: Sabriel) I stood right behind the grand double doors of the royal garden pavilion listening to the traditional wedding march begin to play softly on the string instruments outside, and my heart raced a mile a minute as I took a deep breath to steady my shaking hands in my white lace gloves, and Alexander turned his head slightly to look down at me with a reassuring smile, asking if my knees were still holding up or if he needed to carry me down the aisle, and I glared at him playfully and told him to keep walking and stop making jokes before I changed my mind and punched him in the arm, and Alexander chuckled softly and whispered that James was currently sweating through his velvet tunic out at the altar, and Mae stood just behind us adjusting my veil and telling us both to be quiet so we could time our entrance with the music, and a main event happened right then when the heavy doors swung wide open, revealing a sea of smiling faces and James standing nervously at the altar wa

(POV: Kaelor) I raised a goblet of wine during the wedding reception dinner in the gardens, delivering a heartfelt toast to the newlyweds that brought tears to half the guests at the tables, and the string quartet played a joyful melody while servants carried out endless platters of roasted meats, pastries, and cheeses, and James took a huge bite of meat before raising his own glass to thank everyone for coming to celebrate, and Sabriel nudged James with her elbow and told him to swallow his food before talking in front of the whole pack, and Alexander laughed from his seat at the neighboring table and said that expecting James to have table manners on his wedding day was asking for too much, and Mae agreed with Alexander while passing a plate of fruit over to Zareth, and Zareth smiled warmly and thanked Mae before turning to me to ask if I was enjoying the dinner, and I told her that seeing our closest friends this happy after surviving so many battles made all the struggles we went

(POV: ALEXANDER) I woke up the morning after the wedding with a slight hangover from too much ceremonial wine, pulling myself out of bed very carefully so I would not wake Mae, and I quietly got dressed in my commander uniform while the morning sun shone through the bedroom window, and Mae was still fast asleep beside me with her head pillowed softly on my arm, and I smiled down at her peaceful face because she worked herself to exhaustion during the wedding preparations and deserved to sleep in past noon, and I tiptoed across the room to check my boots by the door, and a main event happened right then when a royal courier banged frantically on my apartment door, delivering an urgent sealed dispatch from the outer borderlands, and I quickly tore open the envelope and my face turned pale, seeing that a new hidden threat had emerged while everyone was distracted by the wedding festivities. "What is all that banging at the door so early in the morning when people are still trying to re