Bought by the ruthless lycan king (Ruby and Killian) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: The Cursed Wedding

Ruby’s POV

The day she had been waiting for had arrived.

Camilla’s dream of a spring wedding had finally coming true, the gardens of Ravenhold blooming with vibrant flowers and soft pastel hues. The air was crisp, and the sunlight dappled through the trees, casting an idyllic glow on the carefully arranged ceremony. Yet, despite the beautiful setting, this was not the case.

Apparently marrying your wife’s sister was not a good idea.

Guests whispered amongst themselves, their eyes darting between the altar and each other as realization dawned. This was not just any wedding. This was the wedding of Alpha Dominic and Camilla Lucienne, sister of Luna Ruby Lucienne.

This scandal was thick enough to make them choke. Most of them couldn’t believe that the invitation was for Dominic’s second wedding. All the women without exception were furious. The reason was quite obvious, the matter of the male heir.

Some of them felt offended that there were still some packs with ancient thoughts and met the same fate as Luna Ruby.

Some of the men seemed rather fond of this gossip. Some of them were people who disliked Dominic. And who was I to refuse to turn up the heat on that stove?

It was certainly a golden opportunity.

“Can you believe this?” one woman muttered to her companion, loud enough for those around her to hear.

“He married his wife’s younger sister… and she’s pregnant!”

“It’s shameful,” another man scoffed, shaking his head.

“The Alpha has no dignity left. How can he stand there and call himself a leader?”

“Poor Luna Ruby,” a third, female voice chimed in. “Enduring this humiliation and keeping her head up… she’s stronger than I could ever be.

“If I was Luna Ruby, Camilla would probably just have her name on a tombstone. I mean look at her, doesn’t she look like an innocent girl? Is that just fake?

The gossip has become the main focus of the show, replacing the romantic music that accompanied the wedding. The guests who didn’t know each other became connected because of this one big scandal. No one would have predicted that this harmonious–looking household could be ruined by the presence of a third person. Especially when the culprit is your beloved younger sibling. This is the scenario they’ve come up with. They weren’t wrong, except for the ‘younger sibling‘

aspect.

I will never admit it.

I stood at the edge of the ceremony, with a calm face. Acting as if I was oblivious to my surroundings. I had a role to play, and I played it well. A strong, composed Luna who held her pack together despite being betrayed. I could feel the pitying glances, the subtle nods of respect, and the stream of sympathy directed in my direction. Let them feel sorry for me.

Let them see how ridiculous this whole event was.

At the altar, Camilla stood beaming in her ivory gown, but her smile faltered as murmurs reached her ears. I saw a flash of fear in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she grasped her bouquet. She was so jubilant before, almost glowing with excitement. Now, her forced smile and stiff movements showed her growing unease.

Dominic, for his part, looks stoic, though I know him well enough to see the tension in his jaw. Considering the man has a bad temper and a patience as thin as a tissue soaked in water, this time at least it was somewhat impressive he was able to hold himself in under the guise of a wise Alpha. Dominic stood beside his bride, his posture rigid as if daring anyone to challenge him.

But the whispers continued, louder now, breaking through the carefully curated illusion of this joyous occasion. Camilla tried to salvage the moment by giving a speech. Her voice trembled as she spoke of their love and the blessing of their unborn child, a male heir who would continue the family legacy. Her words sounded weary, met only with polite applause and skeptical looks. Despair was evident on her face, and when she glanced at me, I saw the burning anger behind her sadness. Camilla had hoped to win them over. She had failed.

And then, the atmosphere changed.

The air became heavier, filled with the presence of a powerful dominant. All heads turned as that figure entered, unable to ignore the massive power emanating from that figure.

Killian Rudwick.

The Lycan king stepped into the ceremony gracefully, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd with his typical arrogance. The whispers stopped, replaced by a shocked silence. No one had expected him to be present. People quickly straightened

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Chapter 32: The Cursed Wedding

their spine, adjusting their expression in an attempt to appear composed and worthy of her attention.

I couldn’t believe it. He had kept his promise. My heart pounded as she approached the altar, her lips curving into a charming yet deceptive smile.”

“Congratulations, Alpha Dominic. Lady Camilla. What a joyous occasion,”

The words rang out loud and clear through the crowd. There was no trace of that subtle insult and disdain for others in the

intonation.

Dominic forced a smile, bowing his head slightly.

“Your Majesty, we are honored by your presence.”

Camilla’s smile was fragile, her hands clasping her bouquet tighter. “Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for gracing us with your attendance.”

Before they could say more, my fake parents appeared, with smiles and eager gestures as they welcomed Killian. Their sycophantic behavior is almost comical, but Killian plays along, his reaction polite but distant. He wasn’t here for them, and I knew it.

And then, it happened.

The murmurs of the audience turned to gasps as a large recording screen flickered to life behind Dominic and Camilla.

I was breathless, my hand flying to my mouth as the footage began to play.

There it was. The affair, aired for all to see. Every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every clandestine meeting in hidden corners–it was all there. To add the latest drama to this cursed marriage, the screens switched to footage of them having forbidden affairs in various places.

The room became chaotic in an instant. Disgust, revulsion, and hatred mixed together to form a musical background to this scandal.

“Is this real?” someone exclaimed.

“How can it be?” another voice hissed.