Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 108 - our design

108

~Darlon’s POV

I held her in my arms for a long ti. Longer than I planned. Longer than I ant to. It felt necessary. It felt like the only thing that could hold the world still for a mont so she could breathe without fear.

Elara leaned into like she was tired of standing on her own strength. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. It was steady at first, then uneven, like her emotions were struggling to stay calm.

"Don’t think of anything right now," I whispered, my voice low near her ear. "I will make sure you are safe. I will make sure Lira faces the right punishnt. She will not get away with this again. I promise you that."

Elara nodded, but her eyes were distant, like part of her was still sowhere else...

"I know," she said softly. "I believe you. I just... I don’t want to be afraid anymore."

I pulled back slightly so I could see her face. "You don’t have to be afraid. Not with . Not ever again."

Her eyes lifted to mine, and sothing small and warm passed between us. A silent agreent, a restart, and a promise we both understood.

I traced my thumb along her cheek, slowly. "Show ," I said gently. "Your wolf. I want to see her."

She blinked. A little surprised. A little shy. "Right now?"

"Yes," I said. "Right now."

For a second, she hesitated. Then she reached inside herself, the way wolves do when calling sothing older than their bones. Her breath slowed. Her eyes changed first, glowing with that new life. That power. Then her body followed.

Her bones shifted, but without pain. Her skin shimred. Fur as white as snow spread across her form. And in a mont, she stood before , not as Elara the woman, but as her wolf.

Alira.

A beautiful white wolf with silver eyes.

My breath left in a slow, stunned whisper. "You’re incredible," I said, my voice almost shaking with pride. "My Luna. My mate. My whole world."

She stepped closer, her wolf head pressing into my palm. I stroked her gently, feeling the warmth of her fur under my fingers. She didn’t feel fragile. She felt strong. Like she was made for this. Like she had been waiting to return all her life.

"I’m proud of you," I whispered. "More than you know."

She shifted back slowly, the transformation smooth again. She stood there in front of , breathless, cheeks flushed, eyes glowing like she still held a piece of the moon inside her.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Like I finally found myself," she admitted. "Like she was always there. Waiting."

I smiled at her, really smiled, the kind that settles sowhere warm in your chest. "Then let her stay," I said quietly. "You don’t have to hide anymore."

Elara breathed out, like sothing heavy finally slipped off her shoulders. She nodded, almost shy, and before she could say anything else, her stomach grumbled. Loud. It echoed a little in the quiet room, and for a second, all the tension cracked open like glass.

I blinked, then raised a brow. "Was that you?"

She covered her face with her hands. "Oh my gosh, no, that was not ."

I tilted my head. "So... a ghost is hungry?"

She glared at through her fingers. "Don’t make fun of ."

I chuckled. "I’m not making fun. I’m just trying to identify if I should be worried. Maybe the hunger spirit of the palace needs feeding."

She tried to hold in a laugh, but it slipped out anyway, soft and real. I loved that sound more than I should admit.

I stepped closer, nudging her hand gently away from her face.

Her stomach grumbled again. Even louder.

This ti, I didn’t bother hiding the laugh. "Alright, that’s it. We’re feeding you before you start eating the furniture."

She gasped. "I would never."

"You would," I teased, leaning closer like I was sharing a secret.

We walked to the dining room after that. Our plates sat untouched for a while because we kept talking instead of eating.

She finally ate when I insisted she needed her strength. After dinner, she pushed her plate away gently and looked at with a thoughtful expression.

"I want to return to work," she said.

"The fashion week is coming. I can’t put everything on hold. My team needs . Our designs need final checks."

I studied her for a mont, making sure this wasn’t pressure talking. But she looked certain. More certain than I had seen her in a long ti.

"If you’re ready," I said, "then I trust you. You know that world better than anyone. You’ll handle it. And I’ll support you. Always."

She smiled. It was a real one, soft and relieved.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I shook my head. We moved to the bedroom after that, slow steps, tired from everything, the emotions, the decisions, the mories that felt heavier than bags full of stones. She curled into my arms when we lay on the bed. Her head rested on my chest; her fingers resting on my ribcage like she needed proof I was real.

Her voice cracked a little. "Do you think Lira will stop?"

"No," I answered honestly. "But I won’t let her reach you."

"Even if she tries again?"

"Even then. Even if she cos with fire. Even if she cos with lies. Even if she cos with an army. I will stand between you and anything that tries to hurt you."

She exhaled slowly, like a weight left her lungs. "I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you."

I kissed the top of her head. "You loved . That’s enough."

She cuddled closer until our breaths fell into the sa rhythm. The blanket wrapped around us. The room dimd like the world wanted to give us peace. And slowly, our eyes grew heavy.

Sleep took her first. I felt her body relax. I felt her breathing settle into sothing calm. Safe. Trusting. Only when I knew she was safe in her dreams did I let myself close my eyes. We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other.

Morning ca in slowly, like light pouring through half-closed curtains, and when I opened my eyes, she was still there beside , her head resting on my arm, her breath soft and even as if the night had finally given her a little peace. I stayed still for a mont because waking up like that felt rare, like sothing I shouldn’t rush, and I watched the sunlight touch her face while I tried to morize the quiet of it all. Elara shifted a little, and her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, almost like her body was afraid I might move away, and that tiny gesture pulled sothing warm out of my chest.

She blinked awake slowly, her lashes fluttering before her eyes, and finally focused on , looking a little confused at first, like she forgot the world outside existed. Then she relaxed. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," I answered, my hand sliding up to her back without thinking, because it felt like the most natural thing to do. "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, and then her phone buzzed. I watched her pick up, only to hear her shouting at soone over the phone.

"What happened?" I asked, looking so worried.

"I was told that our design got leaked?"

"What?"