Hazel POV
The Royal Cathedral had descended into pure chaos.
Shouts echoed off the vaulted ceilings. Guests stood from their pews, some gasping in horror, others whispering furiously behind their hands. Cameras flashed relentlessly. The priest stood frozen at the altar, his holy book trembling in his hands.
I remained rooted in the middle of the aisle, my simple white dress glowing under the chandeliers. My hands rested protectively over my belly as the weight of my words settled over the entire hall.
I am carrying Alpha Asher Royal’s child.
Callie Voss looked like she was about to shatter. Her extravagant diamond-encrusted gown suddenly seemed ridiculous, like a costume that no longer fit the role she had fought so hard to play. Her perfectly styled hair was coming undone. Mascara ra
