I Became The Alpha Sealed Luna

Even with her conscience warring ferociously within her, Georgina still rose after the priest's proclamation. She saw the delighted look on the bride shift into surprise, then fear as she looked at the man before her, who lowered his head to avoid her gaze. Stop. Don't continue. How can you bear to destroy someone's happiness for your personal gain? Georgina ruthlessly silenced the mournful whisper. Stepping out of the rows of seats, she made her way to the altar, mindful of keeping the trench coat closed over her form. Within lies her trump card. "I object to this union," she declared, her voice a bit wobbly. Sweat slicked her back. The whole church gasped as one. Low murmurings began among the guests. The bride's face paled. "And why is that?" The priest queried. "Because this man and I are deeply in love with each other. We've sworn our undying love. So he can't marry that woman," she responded, pointing to the bride. The church murmurings grew louder. The bride shook her brown locks. “No… Kieran, tell me she's lying.” The groom couldn't produce a word. “Kieran,” she grabbed his wrist. “It's not true, right?” she pleaded, voice cracking. "I-I-I," the groom started, eyes darting between the woman before him and Georgina. "I-I really don't know what to say, Barbara." The bride was incredulous. “You don't know what to say? Are you kidding me?" She flung her bouquet at him. "This woman,” she pointed to Georgina, “came on the day of my wedding, claiming to be your lover and you're telling me that you have nothing to say?” The bride and groom’s parents had reached them now. “What is this woman saying, Kieran?” his mother asked, brows creased. “I don’t know her, Mom. Honestly.” Perfect, Georgia thought. “Maybe this will help you remember.” She unbuttoned her coat, revealing her swollen belly to the whole church. Jaws dropped. The bride stammered, then burst into tears and ran out. Her parents and bridesmaids followed, calling her name. Kieran’s mother slapped him hard. “How could you do this to Barbara? After everything she’s done for us?” “Mom, I didn’t—” “Save it.” Her voice was frosty. “I’m deeply disappointed in you.” She left with her husband, who gave Kieran a lethal glare. One by one, the church emptied. Only Georgina, Kieran, and the priest remained. "Come with me." Kieran gripped her elbow and pulled her out. They entered a blue sports car parked at the side of the building and drove off. A massive grin curved on Kieran's face. "That was fantastic." He held out his palm, which Georgina shook. "You really are good." "Thank you," Georgina replied. "So, where's my money?" "Oh, right. Let me park the car." Kieran pulled over by the road. "What's your account number?" She rattled it off. Seeing the massive amount hit her phone, Georgina's troubled heart eased. She opened the car door and stepped out. "Nice doing business with you." Kieran drove off without a glance. Georgina turned the corner, eager to get back to her apartment. Footsteps hurried behind her. Before she turned, a cloth was tightly pressed to her nose. A dizzying scent permeated her system, and she fainted. Waking up, Georgina found herself tied tightly to a chair in a mildly dark room with four mean-looking guys. Sitting right across from her on an armchair, legs elegantly crossed, was the bride. A wave of unease grew in her stomach. Her heart pumped like she was about to face the exterminator's blade. "So, you weren't pregnant?" The words carried such a freezing tone, Georgina already knew she was screwed. “No, I wasn’t.” Barbara's face soured. “Then why did you come and ruin my wedding? What did I ever do to you?” she yelled. “Hey, please. Look, I didn’t mean to. Kieran, the guy you wanted to marry, paid me to stop the wedding because he said he doesn’t want to marry you.” The bride grew quiet. It felt ominous. "Look, I-I know that what I did was wrong and—" "Shut up," the bride quietly commanded. Georgina yielded. Getting up, Barbara stared down at Georgina, her turquoise-green eyes gradually turning malicious. "I don't want to kill you, but you dared stop me from marrying my man, so you have to pay." Something sharp sliced straight through her throat. Blood gushed out. She choked, twitching violently against the ropes. Life seeped out of her. Regret was the last thing she felt before darkness engulfed her. "Nothing you do will make you escape this marriage, so I'd advise you to get that stupid thought out of your head right now." Georgina blinked. An unfamiliar, luxurious room came into view. "Am I clear?" She blinked again, noticing the scowling couple standing over her, who looked like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Her eyes bulged slightly at the real diamond chain hanging on the woman's neck. The glittering stones assured her of their genuineness. Wait, were they talking to her? Georgina wondered, seeing how deadly their gazes were. "Did you not hear Mom and Dad?" A large hand jerked her hair back so roughly that tears rushed to her eyes. A face carved to perfection glared down with pure malice, treating her like a cockroach he couldn't believe was under his feet. "Answer them!" he barked, ripping some hair as he tugged hard. "Yes," Georgina croaked, not knowing what should be said but just wanting the harassment on her head to be done. "Yes, what?" The man growled, the beastly sound sending goosebumps prickling over her skin. Georgina's mind whirred nonstop, trying to generate a response that wouldn't trigger another harsh pull. "Yes, I will do as you want?" She settled for a neutral answer, although it came out as a question. He smirked. "That's better, sister. I knew you'd see things our way." He released her hair, sending locks skipping over her face. "Now look at what you did to her hair. We're going to be late for the party." The woman looked disgruntled, then thumbed through a sleek, white phone in her grip before putting it to her ear. "Send in a makeover stylist." She hung up. Georgina was a confused mess, but something told her not to act like she had no idea what was going on. These people looked like they were waiting for her to make a mistake so that they could swallow her up. "Why don't you go join the party? I'll bring the princess over when she's presentable," the man told the couple, his parents, whose resemblance Georgina could clearly see. A shiver ran down her spine when she saw a dark, hungry glint in those brown eyes. Her heart increased its tempo. She did not know why, but she was terrified of this strange man. "No," a deep, velvet voice said from the far right corner of the room, snapping her attention to a silent, huge man attired in a dark blue suit who was seated on the chaise lounge. Georgina watched as he rose with predatory grace and came toward her. He was unexaggeratedly gorgeous. Dark hair oiled back, emerald eyes unreadable. His sculpted face and broad build made him imposing. Placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, he told the couple and the younger man, "I'll bring her to the party. It's only reasonable that the Derbyshire heir shows up with their only princess." The couple nodded. "True. Don't be late." They left. The blazing fury the younger man leveled at the man beside her could kill and skin a mammoth in seconds. He glowered for a few seconds, then left with a huff. The door shut. The man removed his hand. "Sorry about that." He took a seat across from her. "Malcolm is still unreasonable. Don't take his actions to heart." He grimaced, forcing what looked like a canine smile because of his elongated front teeth. The stylist came in. Georgina sat at the mirror while her makeup was done, and nearly screamed when she saw her reflection. That was not her. The woman in the mirror had clear skin, a button nose, and plump lips. Her eyes were dark, with tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth. Georgina knew she used to be chubby, but this weight on her chest was bigger than she remembered. The long, elegant dress made her look stunning. "All done," the stylist said, somehow making her look ten times more devastating. Georgina met the man’s gaze in the mirror. His jaw actually dropped. A small, feminine pleasure curled in her stomach. He caught himself and cleared his throat. "You did a good job, Cherry," he said. Standing, he offered Georgina his hand, which she took, and he led her out of the room. They said nothing to each other. She was focused on keeping balance and walking straight on the heeled shoes she wore, slightly unnerved by the distinctive swaying of her hips. They stepped into a hall that looked straight out of a movie. Diamond chandeliers. Thick drapes. Opulent decorations. It was packed with people. Georgina’s brain had a party doing the math. "You're married now, Darlea," the man holding her hand murmured gently, bringing her attention to him. "Don't be willful. Remember how much this treaty means to the werecats." Georgina blanked, trying to process the words, and yet they didn't make a lick of sense to her. The part her mind latched onto and started panicking over was the marriage part. Wait, she was married? To whom exactly? "Lord Lacrosse, here’s my sister." Georgina blinked. Impossible. Someone, please tell me this is a dream. Why is one of the male leads from The Rise Of The Outcast Princess in front of me?