All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The door slammed shut behind me, the final punctuation to my exile. I stood there in the hallway, staring blankly at the cracked wooden floor beneath my feet. My cheek still throbbed from my father’s slap, and my fingers were sticky with blood from how tightly I’d clenched my fists. But that pain—it was nothing compared to what I felt in my chest. Betrayal. Loneliness. Rage so sharp it threatened to carve me from the inside out. I swallowed the scream caught in my throat and walked stiffly to the tiny, cold room at the back of the house. It used to be the storage room—until my mother decided it was fitting for the disgrace of the family. Me. I pushed the creaky door open and stood in the doorway, looking around at the pathetic excuse of a room I’d been reduced to. A thin mattress on the floor. A broken dresser missing one leg. A cracked mirror. They’d stolen everything from me. My dignity. My birthright. My future. But they hadn’t stolen me. Not yet. I grabbed the small cloth

My heart was beating so violently in my chest, my hands clenched tightly beside me, my palms clammy with sweat.I told myself I was going to be strong, but my anxiety was getting the best of me.You couldn't blame me. It felt like I was being taken for execution.I followed quietly behind the mistress, eyes scanning the dark hallway like I expected something to jump out and attack or something.The place was so damn quiet, it felt like even the walls were holding their breath—like even the air had suddenly stopped.The sound of our footsteps echoed, making my heart beat even faster.I was being led to the King's chamber, a place I might likely never return from. But I refuse to let that be my fate. I refuse to be one of the many women who won't make it out of his bed.One way or the other I was going to make it out alive. I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I was going to say or do for the King not to want to touch me.But I had to figure out something. I couldn't die, I had a wh

I blinked, slowly sitting up as the sound of the chains echoed throughout the empty room. I had to close my eyes for a second because of the blinding light. My entire body was aching, it felt like I'd been run over by a train. It was nothing new, yet it didn't mean that I liked it. Something happened last night. Someone was here. A woman. But why can't I remember what she looked like? I could still catch a faint whiff of her scent. Vanilla and soft jasmine, warm and comforting. And something else, somebody I couldn't name. My beast had listened to her. My beast had leaned into her touch. My beast calmed down. I closed my eyes trying to remember her face and all I saw was shadows. Who was she? Before I could push my brain harder, the door pushed open and my Beta walked in. “Your Majesty,” he said with a bow, "Someone was here last night. A woman.” I said and Lucien’s brows furrowed before looking around like there was something he was searching for. "I don't see a body,” he s

“Your Majesty, we found something.” My office door opened and Lucien rushed in, tablet in hand. "So last night…" he said, dropping the tablet in front of me. “One of the omegas was seen wandering around the hall. She's quite smart, tried to not get her face seen but we were able to identify her.” My eyes went to the screen where a girl was trying as much as she could to blend with the shadows. I looked back at Lucien as he continued. "But the problem is, she didn't run away, because I asked for them to check on her and she's still with the others. Why would she have been out if she wasn't trying to run away?” “Maybe she realized she wouldn’t make it out and gave up.” I said as I leaned back in my chair. "Or she was distracted by something.” At his words I took the tab again and looked at the woman's face trying to see if I could remember the woman from last night but I didn't. Nothing clicked. “So you're saying she's the woman from last night?" I asked, “She could be, but we'r

The door opened and she stepped in and immediately I felt everything inside me come alive. Her scent engulfed me like a vice I couldn't escape. It was too consuming. My throat bobbed and my fists clenched as I adjusted myself on the chair. Fuck. She was the definition of sin. The type of woman that would make a man lose his mind, just like the way my beast was losing it and I was fighting so hard to keep him in check. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were full, they looked like they'd feel so good in my hands. She looked about five feet tall with long black hair that ran down to her waist. “Your Majesty," she greeted with a bow and the sound of her voice almost undid something in me. I couldn't help but imagine how it'd feel to hear her breathless with my name falling out of her lips like a prayer. “My name is Emilia Gregor.” She said calmly, no sign of fear and even if there was, she hid it so well. Emilia. I found myself wanting to remember that name, d