All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damien’s house was nothing like I imagined. It was big—beautiful, even—but not in the cold, polished way of the palace. This place felt alive. The walls were painted warm shades of cream and gold, the floors gleamed under the light, and soft curtains swayed with the evening breeze. Everything smelled faintly of cedarwood and something else… something that reminded me of him.When we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but whisper, “It’s… beautiful.”Damien smiled faintly as he shut the door behind us. “It’s just a house, Emilia.”“Just a house?” I repeated softly. “It’s more than that.”He glanced at me, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Then I’m glad you like it.”I turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. The living room opened up into a wide space with tall windows and a crackling fireplace. Paintings hung on the walls—some of wolves, others of mountains and skies that looked too real to be paint. For a moment, I felt almost at peace.“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For letti

“Maximus, what the hell is wrong with you?! This is insane!” I yelled as he kicked the door open and entered inside, using his leg to close it. He set me on my feet and for a moment I swayed, but his hand steadied me as he pulled me to his chest. “Do you remember this place?” He whispered as his hand gripped my waist. “This is the place I claimed you. This is where I made you mine.” “I’m not—” I didn’t get to finish what I wanted to say when he turned me and pressed my back against the door. “Don’t you dare say that Emilia. You belong to me, you’ve only ever belonged to me.” Something cracked inside me and my eyes burned. “This isn’t about us Maximus, there are other people and we need to think about them. You’re hurting Raina by doing this and I don’t want to hurt Damien!” His lips crashed on mine in a punishing kiss as he gripped my chin. “ I don’t want to hear you say his name.” “I’m just saying the truth, we have to think about other people.” I whispered and his jaw clenche

His fangs sank into my neck. The pain was sharp, searing, like a blade slicing through me. I screamed, my voice tearing through the room, raw and desperate. My body arched against him, caught between the agony and the heat still pulsing through me. His grip tightened, his teeth buried deep, and I felt the warm trickle of blood down my skin. The mark. He was marking me. Claiming me. Binding me to him in a way that could never be undone. His body shuddered against mine, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he came, his hips jerking with the force of it. For a moment, the world was nothing but heat and pain and the overwhelming weight of him. My mind spun, dizzy with the mix of pleasure and terror. My hands clawed at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but my strength was fading, swallowed by the storm inside me. Something snapped. A surge of energy exploded from me, wild and uncontrollable. It wasn’t just anger—it was power, raw and untamed, bursting out like a dam breaking

By the time we reached the house, Damien could barely stand.His arm was draped over my shoulder, his weight heavy against me, his body trembling with exhaustion. Blood streaked down his side, and every breath he took sounded like it burned.“Just a little more,” I whispered, helping him through the door. My voice shook. My hands shook. Everything inside me shook.He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. His jaw was tight, his eyes distant, his chest rising and falling too fast.When we reached his room, he dropped onto the bed without a word. I turned and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, a bowl of water, anything I could find. My heart was beating so fast it hurt.When I came back, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. His blood stained the sheets, dark and heavy.“Let me clean you up,” I said softly, kneeling in front of him. My voice came out small, broken.Before I could touch him, his hand shot out. He grabbed the towel fro

I didn’t sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damien’s face—the pain, the fury, the heartbreak. His words replayed in my head over and over, stabbing deeper each time. ‘Now you have his mark on your neck.’ I pressed my hand to the spot again, feeling the faint burn beneath my skin. I hated it. I hated what it meant. I hated that I’d hurt him. The room was still dark when I gave up on sleep entirely. My body felt heavy, my mind scattered. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, I forced myself out of bed. My legs trembled as I walked down the quiet hallway toward Damien’s door. I stopped in front of it, my hand hovering over the wood. What would I even say? Sorry? Again? That word felt too small for what I’d done. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the door like it could somehow open itself and make this right. My chest tightened, my throat burned. Finally, I lifted my hand and knocked softly. “Damien…” My voice cracked. “Please. I just need