Married To The Billionaire Alpha King-Chapter 143 - it’s a wedding

143

~Elara’s POV

She leaned across the desk, her hand brushing mine lightly. "We wouldn’t want it any other way, Elara. And honestly... having you with us makes it feel even more real. Like family."

I smiled softly, squeezing her hand gently. "Then it’s settled," I said. "We’ll make sure everything is perfect. For you. For him. For both of you. I won’t let anything spoil this. You two deserve the happiest day, and I’ll make sure it happens exactly how you want it."

Janae’s grin widened. "You’re too good, Elara. Honestly. You really are." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I shrugged lightly, trying to hide how touched I was, though my smile gave it away. "I just want to see you happy. That’s all. You and David have been through so much already. It’s time for this to feel easy, fun, and... perfect."

She laughed, softly shaking her head. "You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?"

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "It’s a gift. Or maybe a curse. Hard to tell sometimes."

Janae laughed again, shaking her head, her eyes bright and full of mischief. "Well, either way, you’re stuck with us for the planning. You and Alpha Darlon. You’re officially part of the wedding committee, whether you like it or not."

The day after we confirmed Janae and David’s wedding date, the palace seemed to hum with a different kind of energy. It was as if the whole world had shifted slightly, acknowledging that something big was happening, something worth celebrating. I could see it in Darlon, too; his usual calm Alpha presence was softened by excitement, like he couldn’t wait to see everything fall into place.

"I still cannot believe it’s happening so soon," I said one morning, sipping on tea while we went over the initial wedding plans in the sunlit lounge.

He reached over, brushing a stray hair from my face. "It’s perfect timing. You’ve been through so much, Elara, and Janae deserves every bit of happiness she’s getting. And so does David."

I nodded, smiling. "I know. That’s why I want to make sure it’s flawless. I want them to feel like every single thing about this wedding belongs to them, but also that it’s unforgettable."

"And it will be," he said softly. "We’ll make sure of it. You and I, we’ve got this."

We started by agreeing on the financial support. It wasn’t a question of money, really. Darlon and I had both insisted that the couple should have no limits. "We want this to be everything you dreamed of and more," I told them when we handed over the documents with the funds.

David raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Darlon said, with a reassuring smile. "No compromises. No corners. We want it perfect, and money should never be the reason it isn’t."

Janae laughed softly, her hand resting on David’s arm. "You’re too good to us. Honestly, we don’t even know what to say."

I shook my head. "Say yes to letting us help. That’s enough."

From there, the planning began in earnest. I insisted on being involved in every detail, from the flowers to the seating arrangements, the music, and the lighting. Janae had her own taste, of course, delicate and elegant, with soft pastels and subtle gold accents. I wanted her dress to be perfect, so we scheduled the first fitting at a boutique I trusted completely.

She stepped out of the dressing room in a flowing ivory gown, her eyes wide. "Oh my... Elara, this is... I don’t even know how to describe it."

I smiled, stepping closer. "It’s beautiful, Janae. But it needs to feel like you. Every detail, every bead, every fold should feel like the dress was made for your heart, not just for your body."

David stood beside her, his hand brushing hers. "It’s incredible. You’ll look amazing."

Over the next month, we went through fittings multiple times. I was there for every session, advising, adjusting, and making sure the hem, the train, and the subtle embroidery matched her personality. Each day, I watched Janae’s confidence grow, her eyes lighting up when she saw how the gown flowed.

Meanwhile, Darlon took care of the venue and logistics. He assigned someone to met with caterers, musicians, and decorators, ensuring everything would run seamlessly. He even joked occasionally, teasing me, "I cannot believe you have me planning a wedding instead of fighting rogues or running a pack."

I laughed. "This is far more dangerous, I promise. One wrong flower arrangement and we might end up in chaos."

He smirked. "Then I guess I’ll just have to stay vigilant."

We also decided to ensure that the wedding would get coverage in the news. It wasn’t about showing off. It was about celebrating Janae and David, showing everyone that this was an important union, Alpha Darlon’s beta and my closest friend, starting a life together. I coordinated with a trusted reporter, making sure the story highlighted their love and the community coming together to support them.

Each day of preparation was long but joyous. Meetings in the morning, fittings in the afternoon, and then long evenings spent reviewing arrangements while sipping tea or champagne. The excitement was contagious. Even the palace staff caught the energy, moving with purpose, arranging flowers, polishing floors, rehearsing sequences for the wedding day.

One evening, Janae leaned against my shoulder, exhausted but happy. "Elara... thank you. You’ve made this easier than I could have ever imagined."

"You deserve it," I said softly. "And David, too. This is your day, your moment. I just want to make sure it’s everything you hoped for."

David joined us, wrapping an arm around Janae. "I feel like royalty with all this attention. Honestly, we’ve never felt more cared for."

I smiled, leaning back. "You are cared for. That’s the point. And we’re not just giving money. We’re giving love, support, and every little bit of effort to make sure this day is unforgettable. Every detail matters."

Over the weeks, the fittings were done. The invitations were designed and sent. The caterers finalized. The musicians rehearsed. Even the lighting and floral designs were perfect. Darlon occasionally teased me, "You’ve turned this into a full-blown production. Are we sure this is a wedding and not a fashion show?"

I laughed. "It’s a wedding, yes, but it deserves to feel like a celebration of elegance. You’d understand if you appreciated good aesthetics."

He shook his head, smiling, but I caught the warmth in his eyes. We were both invested, not just as friends or benefactors, but because we wanted them to feel loved.

By the end of the month, everything was ready. The gown fit perfectly, the decorations were stunning, and the venue shone like a jewel. The story had hit the papers, and everyone knew that Alpha Darlon’s beta was marrying Luna Elara’s friend, and the community was excited for them.