All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Oh, poor Emilia,” my mother said with a small laugh. “You really thought we were your real parents? Are you that stupid?” Her words felt like knives slicing through my chest. I stared at her, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “What… what are you talking about?” My voice came out as a whisper, weak and trembling. Rosella laughed, that cruel sound that always made my skin crawl. “Oh goddess, this is even better than I imagined. She doesn’t know. She actually doesn’t know.” My father stood silent, watching me with the same disgust someone might give a filthy animal. My mother took a step closer, her heels clicking softly on the cold stone floor. “You really thought we would treat our own daughter the way we treated you?” she said slowly, like she was explaining something to a child. “Do you think we’d ever make our real daughter an Omega?” The words slammed into me. I shook my head hard, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. “You’re lyin

The cold night wind brushed against my face as I stood on the balcony, watching the crowd below. The royal hall glowed like fire—hundreds of lanterns swinging above, banners fluttering in the night. From here, the people looked small, their laughter distant, their excitement a cruel reminder of how unaware they were. They had no idea what was coming. Lucien stood beside me, silent. He’d been quiet since we arrived, his body stiff, his eyes darting toward me every few seconds like he was afraid of what I might say next. His worry hung heavy in the air, pressing down on both of us. I could feel his tension almost as much as my own. He finally let out a slow breath, his hands resting on the balcony rail. “They look happy,” he said, voice low, uncertain. “They won’t be for long,” I muttered. He turned his head sharply, eyes narrowing. “Your Majesty…” I didn’t look at him. My gaze stayed fixed on the people below. Packs from every corner of the kingdom—wolves who’d sworn loya

The entire hall went silent. The music stopped. The laughter died. A man stood in the doorway. His clothes were torn, hanging in shreds over a body covered in dirt and blood. His eyes glowed with madness and hate. His mouth twisted into a snarl as his gaze swept over the hall filled with nobles, warriors, and pack leaders. The smell hit me first—rot, blood, decay. Rogue. The man’s lips curved into a cruel grin. “Well, well,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Look at all these royal babies gathered together in one hall. What a pretty feast.” Gasps echoed through the crowd. Lucien’s voice entered my mind through the mind link. ‘Your Majesty, rogues have broken through the border. We’ve killed many, but some got past our guards. They’re inside the castle.’ My jaw clenched. ‘Keep the women and children safe,’ I ordered. Lucien nodded once, his eyes flashing. He turned toward the warriors at the back and gave a sharp signal. Instantly, several of them moved into position,

THIRD PERSON POV The table crashed against the stone wall with a thunderous crack, splintering into pieces. Dust rose like ash, and the sound echoed through the vast, dark chamber. The Mistress stood at the center of the room, her eyes burning like fire against the cold gloom. Her gown, black as the void, rippled around her ankles as the air itself seemed to recoil from her rage. The shadows trembled in every corner, pressing themselves into the cracks of the walls, desperate not to be seen. “You told me,” she said slowly, her voice sharp and icy, “that you could handle a simple task.” Her tone dropped lower—quieter, but deadlier. “A. Simple. Task.” None of the shadows dared to speak. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until she moved again—fast, furious. Another object, a vase, flew across the room and shattered against the far wall. “You ran!” she screamed. “All of you ran!” Her power burst outward like wind from a storm. The shadows scattered, their shapeless fo

MAXIMUS’S POV The forest was too fucking quiet. Every sound felt heavy. Every shadow looked alive. My paws hit the wet earth again and again, the rhythm fast and desperate. The night air was cold, cutting through my fur, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was her. Emilia. Her scent was faint, like smoke fading into the wind. Vanilla and jasmine. The smell that always used to calm me now only made my chest tighten until it hurt to breathe. I followed it anyway, even though it was getting weaker with every step. My wolf’s instincts were sharp, but right now they felt useless. I pushed harder, forcing myself to run faster, ignoring the burn in my muscles. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. I needed to find her. The trees around me blurred as I ran, the forest thick with fog and silence. Every now and then, I caught a whiff of her scent, and hope would flicker to life inside me—only to die again when it disappeared. “Anything?” I asked through the mind link. Lucien’s