Chapter 826 – Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

To everyone’s surprise, Joanna announced her pregnancy.

Seated at the table, I meticulously chronicled the tale of my relationship with Sylvia in my personal journal. Despite Rufus regaining his lost memories and Sylvia getting back together with him, she insisted on being referred to as Crystal, to commemorate the last five years.

Sylvia and I had shared a special bond for almost a decade. Our friendship was as deep as the ocean and as immovable as a rock. Our memories were secured in my diary, its pages adorned with the ink of my pen.

Just as I immersed myself in my writing, a familiar voice wafted in from beyond the confines of the room. It was Warren.

“Baby, they are all here. Come out.”

I raised my gaze and peered through the doorway, where Warren stood. He was clad in a finely tailored ensemble, and his face lacked its usual seriousness, revealing a hint of restlessness.

I abandoned my pen and hurriedly followed Warren out of the room.

The sight that unfolded before my eyes startled me. Unbeknownst to me, Sylvia had personally designed an exquisite bridesmaid gown for me. Its champagne-hued train boasted a lavish display of delicate feathers, adorned with a sparkling row of diamonds.

An exclamation of awe escaped my lips as I couldn’t resist running my fingers along the fabric. Anticipation surged within me “Luna Flora, let me help you change into it.” Sylvia had enlisted a team of professionals to tend to my makeup and hairstyling needs.

Grasping the dress’s hem, I twirled exuberantly before Warren, my voice taking on a coquettish tone. “Am I gorgeous?”

Warren, however, appeareddissatisfied. “It’s not you who are going to get married. There is no need for a married woman like you to look so gorgeous,” he said, an unhappy twist to his mouth.

In response to his complaint, I smiled, leaning up to plant a tender kiss on his chin, coaxing him gently, “Does it still trouble you that you’re not the best man?”

“Of course not.” Warren averted his gaze, at a loss for words. Suddenly, the joy of victory surged within me.

Sylvia’s wedding featured a lone groomsman and a sole bridesmaid. She handpicked Harry and me.

Lately, a palpable tension had been brewing between Warren and Joanna.

Joanna remained unaffected, yet in Harry’s presence, Warren tried to charm me relentlessly. He meticulously curated his appearance, seemingly eager to engage in a battle to the bitter end with Harry. However, the reasons behind this eluded me. After all, both Harry and Joanna were deeply in love, as were Warren and 1.

Eventually, I unraveled the mystery. Perhaps it was driven by a male wolfs unyielding desire for victory.

Warren’s possessiveness grew increasingly precarious, rendering him unstable, like an impulsive youth.

I couldn’t help but entertain suspicions of Sylvia’s intent. Yet, when I beheld her innocent gaze, I realized my thoughts had spiraled into needless complexity.

Hand in hand, Warren and I arrived at the wedding venue, accompanied by the melodies of jubilant music that permeated the atmosphere.

However, our progress was abruptly halted by a jarring, grating sound that assaulted Warren and me. A white wolf with crimson manes took the stage and unleashed a raucous cacophony. The voice resounded, leaving the wolf intoxicated. Unable to bear the piercing dissonance, Warren and I instinctively shielded our ears from the sound.

Flora’s POV

Amid the televised wedding ceremony that captivated the nation’s gaze, my senses were assaulted by the sight of Yana singing on the stage.

Clutching my ears in disbelief, I turned to fix my gaze upon the dashing groom, Rufus.

“You just let Yana do whatever she wants?” I questioned, my voice tinged with incredulity.

A smile flashed across his face as he said, “As long as Sylvia is happy. She thinks it’s a good idea. Yana is a good singer.” His satisfaction with Yana’s performance was clear. Ah, to love her was to embrace her wolf.

I couldn’t help but shake my head in disbelief as I pondered in silence. Since Sylvia’s unbelievable resurrection, it seemed like their whole family took leave of their senses and developed a severe case of selective hearing.

I stole a glance at the comments in the live broadcast. As expected, a torrent of grievances filled the comment box.

“What? This she-wolf is so beautiful. Why does she sing so badly?”

“The she-wolf’s singing is hurting me.”

“Although it’s unpleasant, the atmosphere is good. I want to dance.”

“Can we skip the singing? I want to see the bride and groom!” In this moment, Laura gracefully strode onto the stage, swiftly snatching Yana’s microphone and forcing her to exit the stage. “Honey, the wedding is about to begin. It would be late if you don’t change your clothes now.” Yana, resolute in her desire to sing, stubbornly clung to her spot, yet found herself forcefully ushered into the confines of the dressing room.

As everyone witnessed this spectacle, a collective sigh of relief filled the atmosphere.

The wedding ceremony began half an hour later.

When Sylvia finally materialized in front of us, a wave of shock washed over me.

My head began to swim; she was breathtaking.

She was adorned in a holy bridal gown, and an immaculate white draped her form. The soft fabric hugged her curves, making her look like an angel. Her long locks were intricately woven into an elaborate plait, resembling a crown that accentuated her noble temperament.

The gown’s hem, weightless as the billowy clouds, swayed harmoniously with each step she took, exuding an aura of elegance.

Bathed in the luminous glow, she was a breathtaking beauty, leaving onlookers agape in amazement.

In that moment, it was as, if the Moon Goddess herself had bestowed her blessings upon Sylvia.

A gentle smile danced at her lips, her dark eyes bleary with bliss.

Ner face shone radiantly, stirring the hearts of all that beheld it.

I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly as I looked at her. She was my best friend, and today marked the day of her matrimony. Genuine happiness welled up within me, surging in my chest.

Rufus’ bright eyes brimmed with astonishment and adoration. His intense gaze remained fixed on Sylvia. It was as if she alone existed-the epitome of beauty.

A smile tugged at my lips. I was overcome with delight for their love.

As Sylvia made her way toward Rufus, an eerie hush descended, shrouding the scene in silence.

A hushed anticipation descended in the venue as all eyes fixated on the new couple.

I gazed excitedly at Sylvia. Her eyes were filled with resolution and expectation, like the eyes of a young girl when she daydreamed about the thrilling adventures in her future. In my heart, I knew this was the life she had yearned for-a culmination of her dreams, and a love that matched her expectations.

Amidst the wedding’s tender ambiance, I settled into my seat, a happy warmth coursing through my veins. I looked mutedly at Sylvia. A bright smile danced on her face. She deserved all the happiness in the world. It was my sincere wish that she remained in perpetual bliss.

Chapter 1346: The End

Sylvia’s POV

I took the bouquet and readied myself. The day had come, and this was all we had been waiting for. I walked towards Rufus, making sure I was taking my time.

At last, we were to officially tie the knot.

My little angels were right behind me, just in time to the rhythm I created with my pace. They were carefully lifting the hemline of my dress. Despite the distance between us, Rufus and I shared a loving look: We offered each other a smile, and through that, our love was immediately relayed.

Suddenly, Flora interposed her head between us. She kept taking pictures of me and, as if it wasn’t enough yet, waved her hand to catch my attention.

“Hey, beauty! Look at me.”

With just that, she stole the photographer’s role. The latter could only do nothing but to shake his head in defeat.

I didn’t know what to react; whether to laugh or frown. Still, I knew she just wanted to capture this moment first-hand, so I looked her way and focused on her camera. Letting us realize that he was growing impatient, Rufus cleared his throat and said, “Flora, please return to your seat.”

In the end, Warren dragged Flora back to where the bridesmaid’s seat was, clearing her out of my way.

I continued to march forward. The pews fixed on both sides of the aisle were filled with our friends and relatives. Even the leaders of all the packs were present, including Blair who traveled all the way from the border. As I gave him a quick side glance, he gave me a thumbs up and mouthed a silent praise.

Everyone was here to witness my wedding with Rufus. Seeing the happiness on their visage jammed my heart with warmth.

Rufus had made the charge against Noreen public, declaring my innocence to the whole world. Thanks to that, I had salvaged my tarnished reputation and could finally be with him without something anchoring me down.

When I finally arrived by Rufus’ side, the wedding song ended perfectly, just right, on time.

Rufus and I held each other’s hands, face to face and savored every moment while it lasted. We listened to the vicar’s wishes, not breaking eye contact all the while. We exchanged our vows and put on each other’s rings as a promise of forever. Bathing in the cheers and blessing of everybody, we sealed our promises with a shared sweet kiss.

At this moment, the happiness that was churning within me reached its peak and overflowed. I was unable to contain it anymore. After breaking the kiss, we gave each other a smile before turning to acknowledge our guests.

It was now time to throw the bouquet. To our shock when I threw away, Harry purposely grabbed it.

He effortlessly squeezed himself into a group of petite she-wolves and grabbed the bouquet before any of the women could. He posed a grin, his handsome face tainted with red. None of us knew if he was just too excited that it caused him to blush.

But I didn’t wait long enough to know the reason for his actions. Harry made his way through the crowd and handed the bouquet he caught to Joanna. To our surprise, he knelt on one knee in front of his lover and took out a small box and revealed the diamond ring inside.

“Jo… Jo…” Harry tried to call out Joanna’s name in a trembling voice, as if it was his first time learning how to talk. Despite the nervousness that trailed his voice, his eyes were sparkling.

“Harry, haven’t you rehearsed several times before the stone last night just for this moment?” Flora’s words made everyone laugh. We knew it was her way of loosening his nerves.

But that was enough to make Harry a blushing mess. If he were in his wolf form now, I imagined he would have curled his tail in embarrassment.

Joanna smiled at him and waited patiently, reassuring him it was alright.

Finally, Harry took a deep breath and shouted at the she-wolf in front of him.

“Joanna! Will you marry me? Let me take care of you all my life, make you happy forever, and let you be carefree. Will you have me as your husband?” Harry was anxious that his voice almost broke from his high-pitched declaration.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Joanna’s answer. Even though we had an idea what Joanna would say, we couldn’t help but be edgy for Harry.

“Yes, I do,” Joanna said without hesitation.

Her answer sent everyone cheering and screaming. We were all happy that they, too, would be getting their happy ending. It was a good beginning for all of us.

I held Rufus’ arm, a smile tearing my face apart.

It was so enlivening to know that everyone had found their beloved ones.

Amidst the celebrations of the wedding, I saw my parents in the sky, smiling down at me and contented that I was finally getting the happiness I deserved.

I knew they were grinning at me hand in hand, as if they were blessing me.

Even though their figures slowly dissipated, this time, I didn’t ask them to stay. I reckoned my peace also became their own peace.

“Dad, Mom, I’m fine. I have my friends, my husband, and children with me as long as I live. The road to the future has been lit up. You don’t need to worry about me anymore,” I muttered under my breath.

I knew that this was what they wanted most: for their daughter to have a family to treasure. Their blessings and their love would always stay with me, and I would carry them with me all throughout my life. I would be brave and happy for the rest of my days, for my family and everyone.

All the pain and troubles I had experienced in the past were now gone and had long been replaced by the happy life with Rufus and my children that awaited us.

The end.

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