All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MAXIMUS’S POV The door shot open. And he stepped out. Damien. His eyes locked on mine—cold, sharp, and filled with so much hate it could’ve cut through steel. For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. The morning air sat thick between us, heavy with tension and something darker. He looked like hell. Hair disheveled, shirt wrinkled, jaw tight like he’d been grinding his teeth all night. But even like that, he still had that same aura—the kind that dared me to take one more step closer. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and dripping with disdain. I didn’t blink. “Is Emilia here?” His lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. “You think if I knew where she was, I’d tell you?” I took a step closer. “I don’t have time for your stupid games, Damien. Where is Emilia?” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’ve got some damn nerves showing your face here.” I stared back, unflinching. He moved forward, closing the space between us until I could see the

MAXIMUS’S POV “What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” I snapped, my voice shaking despite my best effort to stay calm. The doctor didn’t answer immediately. He was kneeling beside Damien’s bed, his hands hovering over the injured body, eyes scanning with careful calculation. Damien. My brother. My enemy. The man I’d fought with, argued with, hated and loved all in the same breath. And now, he was pale, barely breathing, lying in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. “He’s… he’s still alive,” the doctor said carefully, finally breaking the silence. “But the bullets—they were poisoned. It’s not just the wound. The venom is in his system. His body… it’s rejecting everything. Even the transfusion you gave him, Your Majesty, his body isn’t taking it. His body is shutting down.” My jaw clenched. My hands flexed at my sides, gripping the air as if I could crush the world itself. “Shut down?” I repeated, my voice low, dangerous. “You’re telling me he’s dying,

MAXIMUS’S POV I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I stood there—rooted in place—watching her take care of Damien like the whole world began and ended with him. Every small movement she made felt like a punch to my chest. She wiped the blood from his neck, from his shoulders, from places I never wanted her hands to touch on another man. Especially not him. Jealousy hit me so hard I almost lost my breath. I’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t simple jealousy—it was something darker, twisted, vicious. It was wrong. It was selfish. It was insane. But it was real. I wanted her all to myself. Every part of her. Every glance. Every smile. Every breath. I wanted her hands to touch only me. I wanted her eyes on me. I wanted her heart—her soul—everything. The sight of her gently brushing Damien’s hair away from his forehead made something in my chest snap. It felt like my ribs were bending inward, crushing my lungs, stealing the air from me. My hands clenched. Rose can take care of him…

EMILIA’S POV His throat worked as he swallowed hard. The air between us thickened, almost impossible to breathe through. My pulse wouldn’t slow down, and I could hear the faint sound of it rushing in my ears as Damien’s lips parted. “Emilia…” he whispered again, voice breaking a little. “I don’t think we’re really mates.” For a second, I thought I didn’t hear him right. My breath hitched. “What?” He didn’t look at me. His gaze fell to the blanket, jaw clenching like he was holding back something sharp. “I don’t know how to explain it,” he said quietly. “But the day I saw you… I felt something. It was strong, powerful—almost uncontrollable. My wolf was restless. He was clawing in my head, begging to be near you. The pull was overwhelming, Emilia. I couldn’t think of anything else.” He finally looked up. His eyes were full of so many emotions I couldn’t name them all—pain, regret, maybe even shame. “I thought that meant you were my mate,” he continued. “That’s what it felt like.

EMILIA’S POV The night air felt heavier than usual—thick, cold, and humming with something I couldn’t name. Damien walked beside me, our steps echoing softly against the stone path leading to the palace. For a long stretch, neither of us said a word. It wasn’t silence born from comfort; it was the kind that made your skin prickle, like the world was holding its breath. Every few minutes, Damien slowed… then stopped completely. Again. I sighed and stopped with him. “Damien—” “I just…” He dragged a hand through his hair, eyes darting everywhere except mine. “Emilia, this is not a good idea. My brother hates me. He always has. He won’t want anything to do with me.” “You don’t know that,” I said softly. “Not until you try.” His jaw tightened, his shoulders tense under the moonlight. He took two reluctant steps forward—then stopped again. I groaned. “Damien.” He looked at me, pleading. “Can’t we just… go tomorrow? It’s late.” “No.” I shook my head and grabbed his hand firmly. “I