Married To The Billionaire Alpha King-Chapter 146 - shall we

146

~Elara’s POV

Then the priest lifted his hands, signaling the ritual of the Moon Goddess to begin.

Janae slid the ring onto David’s finger first, her hands steady despite the trembling in her voice. "With this, I bind my heart to yours," she whispered.

David took her hand next, his fingers brushing against hers as he gently fitted the ring. "And with this, I promise to hold your heart with care, always."

A collective sigh of awe swept through the hall. Some guests whispered congratulations under their breaths, and others dabbed at the corners of their eyes. Cameras clicked softly, but not loudly enough to disturb the sanctity of the ritual.

Then the priest nodded, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "By the blessings of the Moon Goddess, by your spoken vows, and by the love that binds you, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

David and Janae’s hands tightened. "You may kiss the bride," the priest said, and the room erupted into soft, joyous applause.

Time seemed to stretch as David leaned forward, pulling Janae close. Her hands rested on his shoulders. When their lips met, a cheer erupted from the crowd. Cameras clicked. Some guests clapped, others laughed with joy, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek, though I quickly dabbed it away.

The applause grew louder, a wave of joy sweeping through the room.

I felt my chest swell. Standing beside Darlon, I reached for his hand without thinking, squeezing it tightly. He glanced at me, his eyes softening. "She looks happy," he said quietly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"She does," I whispered, smiling through the tears threatening to fall. "So beautiful."

As they pulled back, their foreheads resting together for a moment, the priest led them in a final blessing, softly chanting words that promised harmony, protection, and lasting love. The air seemed to shimmer with the weight of all that love, and even the flowers seemed brighter, the light softer, the music more alive.

When the ritual ended, they turned to the guests, smiling, hands intertwined. Flowers fell again, petals cascading down like tiny stars. People clapped, cheered, and some cried. I watched, utterly captivated, as my friend beamed, radiant in her happiness, standing beside the man she loved.

"Everything looks... incredible," I whispered to Darlon, tilting my head to look at the arrangements. "Janae and David will never forget this day."

Darlon’s lips curved slightly. "Not if you have anything to do with it," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "You’ve been part of every detail, every decision."

I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I want her to be happy. She deserves this more than anyone I know."

He nodded, and for a moment, we walked in silence, simply taking it all in. Then my attention shifted as Janae and David approached the center of the hall. David took Janae’s hand, smiling nervously, and the room began to quiet. The first dance was about to begin.

The music swelled, a soft piano melody with strings underneath. Janae looked radiant, every bit the bride she had dreamed of being. David’s hand rested lightly on her back, while her hand lingered on his shoulder. They moved slowly, gently, as if learning each other all over again.

"Oh, look at them," I murmured to Darlon, tugging lightly on his sleeve. "They’re perfect together."

He chuckled softly. "Perfect doesn’t even begin to describe it."

I felt a small warmth in my chest as I watched. The way David looked at Janae, completely focused on her, completely in love, made me remember why we celebrated weddings at all. For moments like this. For witnessing love in its purest form.

Janae’s eyes met mine for just a second. She gave me a small, almost shy smile. I waved subtly, and her cheeks flushed slightly. I squeezed Darlon’s hand, smiling.

After the first dance ended, applause filled the room. The host clapped his hands to regain attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said warmly, "now it is time to celebrate not just their love, but the family and friends who support them. Please, enjoy the evening, the food, and the company of those around you."

Guests moved toward the tables, picking up glasses of champagne and plates of delicacies. Waiters glided through the hall, offering hors d’oeuvres. Cameras still clicked occasionally, but the focus had shifted to laughter, conversations, and the subtle joy of being together.

I reached for my champagne glass. "To Janae and David," I said softly. Darlon raised his glass, smiling down at me.

"To love," he echoed.

We sipped, letting the warmth of the champagne settle through us. I looked around, taking in the smiling faces, the sparkling dresses, the carefully arranged decorations. This was more than a wedding. It was a moment of life, captured in its purest form.

As the evening progressed, speeches began. Close friends and family shared stories, some funny, some touching. Laughter rang through the room, and tears glistened in many eyes, including mine. I leaned toward Darlon, whispering softly, "I love seeing her this happy."

He nodded. "She’s going to have a wonderful life. And it’s just the beginning."

When it came time for the father-daughter dance, Janae’s father approached, hand extended. She took it, her smile bright but nervous. As they moved across the floor, I noticed how careful he was, as if holding not just her hand but a piece of her heart. I blinked, quickly swallowing the lump in my throat. Even from afar, it was emotional.

"Are you okay?" Darlon asked softly, noticing me tense.

I shook my head, laughing lightly to cover it. "Yes. It’s just... beautiful. All of it."

He kissed the top of my head. "You’re too soft sometimes, Elara."

I smiled against him. "Someone has to appreciate the little moments."

Later, David and Janae joined the center of the hall again, this time for the group dances. Friends and family moved around them, joining in. Laughter mixed with music, and I felt a lightness in my chest, watching Janae spin, her veil floating behind her like a halo.

The host clapped his hands, drawing attention. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for Alpha Darlon and Luna Elara to grace us with their dance!"

A ripple of excitement went through the crowd. Cameras clicked immediately, flashes lighting up the hall like tiny stars. Guests cheered, whistles and applause breaking through the hum of conversation. I felt my cheeks heat up, not from embarrassment, but from the thrill of the moment.

Darlon offered me his hand with that familiar, reassuring smile. "Shall we?" he asked, his deep voice calm amid the chaos.

I laughed lightly, taking his hand. "We shall," I replied, my voice steady even though my heart was racing.