Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 142 - this happiness

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~Elara’s POV

The morning sunlight spilled across our bedroom, warm and soft, slipping past the curtains and across the floor. I stirred beneath the blankets.

He was already awake, reclining lazily, his arm stretched toward . "Good morning," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "Did you sleep well?"

I smiled, stretching against him. "Better than I have in weeks. I think I could stay like this forever."

"You could," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I have a better idea. How about a morning massage to start?"

I laughed softly, the sound mingling with the quiet of the palace. "You an more pampering?"

"Yes," he said, grinning. "Consider it a reward for the hardest-working Luna in the world."

I groaned playfully and rolled onto my stomach. "Flattery will get you everywhere today."

And then he began. His hands moved expertly across my shoulders and neck, gentle but firm, easing every knot I hadn’t realized I was carrying. The warmth of his touch, combined with the quiet of the palace, made it feel like ti had slowed.

"You always know how to make feel..." I trailed off, closing my eyes.

"Relaxed?" he asked softly.

"Safe," I whispered. "And happy."

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck. "Good. That’s exactly what you deserve."

The morning passed slowly, luxuriously. We moved from massage to gentle teasing, to soft touches and laughter echoing through the quiet halls. Every so often, Darlon would pause to watch smile, a soft expression in his eyes that made my chest warm. It felt indulgent, but necessary, like this was what life was ant to feel like.

By afternoon, I had poured myself into conversation and laughter with him in the lounge. We drank tea, sipped lightly on champagne, and joked about how ridiculous life had beco since the auction and fashion show.

"I never thought I’d see the day," I said softly, resting my head on his shoulder. "Where my life felt... this full. This peaceful. This is right."

He kissed my temple gently. "It’s just the beginning, my love. You have so much ahead of you. And I will be here, every step of the way."

I laughed softly, turning my head to look at him. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’ll never have to find out," he said, his tone gentle but teasing. Then his eyes twinkled, and he smirked slightly. "Actually... there’s sothing I’ve been aning to tell you."

I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? And what’s that?"

He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "I’ve been thinking about... nas. For our baby."

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at him, eyes wide, half-expecting him to be joking. "You... already have nas?"

"Of course," he said with a grin. "I’ve been preparing. I’ve thought long and hard. So might be a little unusual, but you know ..." He paused, pretending to consider each na carefully. "There’s Alexander, for a strong start. Or maybe... Julian. I like the way it sounds, smooth but firm. And for a girl... I was thinking, Isabella. Or maybe Serena, like calm but powerful."

I laughed softly, covering my mouth with my hand. "You’ve actually thought about this?"

"Every day," he said, reaching out to take my hand. "I imagined holding our baby and calling them by na. It makes everything more real, you know?"

I felt warmth rising in my chest, and I leaned against him, smiling softly. "I never imagined... I an, I thought about it, of course, but hearing you say the nas... it makes it feel like our baby is already here."

He grinned. "That’s the point."

I laughed again, resting my head on his shoulder. "Well... if it’s a boy, I vote for Alexander. It sounds... strong. Like him."

"Like who?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Like you, of course," I said, nudging him lightly.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "I think that works perfectly. And if it’s a girl, you decide. I’ll follow your lead."

I smiled, feeling my heart tighten in that warm, safe way I had grown so used to with him.

A few days later, I returned to work. The office slled of fresh paper, fabric samples, and coffee, a familiar combination that made feel like I was finally ho. My staff greeted like I was a hero returning from a long journey.

"Luna Elara! You’re back!" Rina said, smiling brightly. "We couldn’t wait for you!"

I laughed softly. "I missed all of you, too. How has everything been?"

"Busy," another assistant said. "But amazing. Everyone is talking about the show. Your work, the collaborations, everything! We even got ssages from designers who want to work with us now."

I nodded, feeling a surge of pride and gratitude. "That’s wonderful. Let’s make sure we honor every single connection. We worked hard for this. Let’s show them we an business."

The day was a whirlwind. etings, calls, contracts, and negotiations kept moving from one part of the office to another. I signed deals with new collaborators, discussed designs, and reviewed every detail of upcoming collections. My staff buzzed around , eager to help, excited for each opportunity, and I could feel their energy feeding my own.

By late afternoon, we had settled most of the big tasks, and I finally had a mont to sit back and breathe. Janae appeared at my office door, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Elara," she said softly, stepping inside. "I have news."

I raised an eyebrow. "News?"

"Yes. David and I... we finally picked a date for the wedding."

A smile broke across my face instantly. "Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so glad! When?"

"Next month," she said, grinning. "We need to start preparing."

"That is amazing!" I said, genuinely thrilled for her. "You two deserve it. It’s about ti we start planning!"

Janae tilted her head, eyes bright. "And thank you, Elara. David already brought in an event planner. We’ll make sure to tell you and Alpha Darlon how much you’ll be contributing."

I laughed again, leaning back in my chair, shaking my head. "Wait. Why exactly would we be sponsoring your wedding?" I asked, still grinning.

Janae rolled her eyes, dramatic as ever. "Because, Elara, David is Alpha Darlon’s beta. You and I are friends. And, don’t forget... You guys are the richest people alive. Of course, you should help."

I raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "You really just said that like it’s completely normal, huh? Because apparently, being ridiculously wealthy automatically cos with a wedding sponsorship license."

Janae tilted her head, smirking at . "It cos with perks, you know. You help your friends, you celebrate them. You get a front-row seat to the best wedding ever. Honestly, you’re lucky we even asked for your opinion."

I shook my head, laughing softly, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the desk. "You two are ridiculous. Honestly, I don’t know how you keep your head straight with all the chaos that is your life."

"And yet," she said, her eyes sparkling, "you love it. Admit it."

I laughed, shaking my head, pretending to think. "I might. Maybe. Only because you deserve this happiness. Both of you. You and David."