Chapter 156: A Wedding Day 

Killian’s POV 

The castle courtyard had never looked this bright. 

Summer had arrived early, wrapping our lands in golden light and the scent of wild roses. The courtyard was filled with laughter, ribbons strung between tall pillars, and wolves in their finest forms; humans and beasts mingled in joy. Not only that–various other races had come to witness this special day. 

Today, I marry Rosalyn. My eternal love. 

And for the first time in a long while, I do not feel the weight of my crown. 

I stood in the vast garden, beneath the old ironwood tree where generations of my family once howled their vows to the moon. But there would be no howling ritual today. Too many of our kin had passed, and many had left no heirs behind. Only two pureblood lines remain, mine and Leonidas’s. 

“We’re about to be married!” Elysian shouted. 

I tried to keep my expression steady at his enthusiasm. 

“Anyone can see it, El. We’ve gotten our mates back,” I replied. 

“I’m glad you’re not being foolish this time.” 

A laugh escaped my lips. “Partly thanks to you, my wolf. A little change doesn’t seem so bad after all.” 

Moments later, Rosalyn appeared just as the sun climbed higher into the sky, her arm gently linked with Jayde, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and her escort for the day. She wore a soft blue gown, her hair braided with white jasmine. Her beautiful hazel eyes locked onto mine. 

“Our mate is so beautiful!” Elysian exclaimed. 

I couldn’t disagree. Joy swelled within me, and all I wanted was to reach out to her. Rosalyn’s eyes shimmered with tears as Jayde offered comfort during their slow walk to the altar. 

And then came the sound of tiny footsteps behind her. 

Anna and Alice, her seven–year–old twin daughters, darted ahead of her, flower crowns askew, their small fists gripping baskets of petals. Anna was focused, determined to scatter each petal with precision. Meanwhile, Alice giggled wildly, tossing petals into the air without restraint. I couldn’t hide my delight at their antics. 

Rosalyn smiled at me as she reached the altar. “They insisted on doing it themselves.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said softly. 

She stepped beside me, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. 

There were no shadows of the past. Only the warmth we had built between us over the seasons; the fireside talks, her steady hands through winter, my vow to protect not just her but also her daughters as if they were my own. It meant we had left the darkness behind and chosen to step into the future together. 

Is this what you hoped to see, Mikael? 

The elder priest delivered his blessing in the ancient tongue. The entire gathering stood in reverent silence, bearing 

witness to the sacred rite. 

“With all my soul, I vow to love you and protect you until the end of time, Rosalyn Rudwick.” 

Rosalyn answered the vow with a tearful smile. 

“I accept this vow. May our love be eternal, now and forever.” 

The marriage bond was finally sealed with a kiss. Cheers erupted, soaring into the twilight sky. 

“LONG LIVE THE KING AND QUEEN OF SUNDRENCH!” 

“May you live happily ever after!” 

“Congratulations, Your Majesties!” 

The celebration carried on late into the night. The twins flitted from one dancer to another, half–drunk on honey cake and attention. I caught Anna carefully counting how many bites she could sneak before her sister noticed. Meanwhile, Alice tried unsuccessfully to teach a very confused Omega how to curtsy like a proper princess. 

Rosalyn danced only once and it was with me. 

“I think they’ve taken over the event,” she whispered, watching the girls twirl beneath the ring of lanterns. 

“I don’t mind. I wouldn’t even be surprised if one day they tried to claim my throne,” I said, amused. 

“Please don’t let that ever happen, Killian.” She snorted, her hand resting atop mine. “I’m already overwhelmed managing 

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Chapter 156 A Wedding Day 

their miniature versions.” 

Later, we slipped away to the quieter part of the stables. The staff had transformed our chamber with more flowers than I thought existed in the entire region. There were candles, silk linens. Even a carved wooden cradle tucked in the corner for Elias. 

“He’s staying with Karina tonight,” Rosalyn said as she lifted the cradle’s cover. “She insisted.” 

“So, it’s just the two of us tonight?” 

Rosalyn’s cheeks flushed pink. “It seems so.” 

“Oh, come on. You’ve got to be clearer than that. Use your words, queen.” 

She turned to me, masterfully dodging the subject. “I didn’t think I’d ever do this again. Get married. Be part of something 

new.” 

“This isn’t something new,” I said, stepping closer. “This is ours. And it’s only just beginning.” 

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window like a blessing. 

Elias was up early his soft cries echoed down the hallway, and Karina brought him in, bundled in a green knitted blanket. I took him from her arms without hesitation. His eyes sparkled, full of curiosity. Rosalyn appeared behind me, half–asleep, her hair tousled, glowing. 

“Good morning, little prince,” I whispered, and Elias gave a contented snore. 

Rosalyn leaned against my shoulder, her hand stroking his cheek. “He likes you.” 

“Of course he does,” I said with unapologetic pride. “He’s got good instincts.” 

A knock came just as I kissed the top of his head. Anna’s voice called from beyond the door. 

“Can we come in now? Please?” 

“Only if you bring 

“We did!” Alice chimed in. “We really did!” 

“We did!” Alice cast,” 

I replied teasingly. 

The door creaked open, and the twins entered with a tray clearly prepared by someone else, but with their own personal touch. A single pancake each, dusted with sugar and a daisy placed in the center. 

“For the King,” Anna said proudly. 

“For Daddy,” Alice corrected. 

I froze for a moment at the word that slipped from Alice’s lips. They called me Daddy? Rosalyn’s hand found mine as I sat down, Elias nestling his tiny fingers around my arm. My heart swelled with the love of this small family. Perhaps this was what my parents, in some long–ago life, meant when they spoke of love and family. 

A concept I had once trampled underfoot. But now I knew. It was more than just balm for a battered soul. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. 

“Yes, sweetheart. Your dad. Now, let’s taste these famous pancakes of yours.” 

The kingdom of Sundrench had finally gotten its sun back. 

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