All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EMILIA’S POV For a moment, Maximus didn’t even blink. He just stared at me like the floor had been ripped out from under him—like my words had cut straight through whatever strength he had left. His hands were still on my face, but suddenly they felt frozen, rigid, trembling. “What… are you talking about, Emilia?” he whispered again, voice rough and confused. “I might not like your family for how they treated you… but I swear I didn’t kill them. Why would I do that?” More tears burned down my cheeks. I shook my head slowly. “Not them,” I whispered. His brows knit sharply. Confusion flashed across his face, then worry, then something darker. He stepped closer, his hands leaving my face and gripping my shoulders, firm but gentle, like he was scared I might fall apart. “Talk to me. Did someone hurt your family?” His jaw tightened. “I know they might not be the best, but they’re still your family. So if anyone dared—” “My real family,” I whispered. He froze. His finge

MAXIMUS’S POV “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?!” My voice thundered through the office like a volcano about to erupt. I could feel my blood boiling under my skin, my pulse hammering against my temples. Lucien stood across from me, stiff and alert, but even he flinched at the roar in my voice. “We went to her cabin like you ordered,” he said carefully, “but there wasn’t any sign of her. The place was completely empty.” Empty. Vanished. Gone. I felt something snap inside me—like a thread stretched too tight finally breaking apart. My hands clenched on the edge of my desk until my knuckles ached. I forced myself to breathe, but every inhale felt like fire. This… this was it. This was the goddamn confirmation that Soraya had been lying to me for years. Playing me. Twisting me. Manipulating me. But why? Why the hell would she do this? I stared down at my desk but didn’t actually see it. My vision blurred around the edges, the anger too sharp, too deep. My parents

MAXIMUS’S POV Chaos erupted around me the moment Lucien spoke the words ‘rogues are trying to break through the east border.’ My mind went into overdrive—every piece of the puzzle snapping together into something dark, something dangerous, something that tasted like betrayal. Soraya gone. Emilia missing. Rogues attacking. It wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. My pulse thundered so violently I could feel it echoing in my teeth. My chest was so tight it hurt to breathe, and a cold, sharp panic crawled down my spine. But I didn’t let it take over. Not when I still had a kingdom to protect. Not when Emilia was out there—alone, scared, taken. I forced myself to inhale. Once. Twice. Enough to keep from snapping completely. Then I straightened, turned to Lucien, and said the words that came out of me like a command carved from stone. “Gather every warrior we have, now.” I ordered. “Get them to the east border. I want the women and children protected—no one leaves the palace wa

EMILIA’S POV The words scraped out of my throat before I could stop them. “H–how is any of this my fault?” I whispered, my voice shaking from fear and confusion. “Why do you have me tied here? What do you want with me?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She just stood there, her presence pressing over me like a tidal wave of cold air. Then she leaned down, and once again her fingers glided across my cheek. Her touch made every nerve in my body flinch. “You don’t even know,” she murmured, almost disappointed. “You don’t even understand the type of power you possess.” Her hand lingered on my face, her nails trailing lightly across my skin as though she was examining me, studying me, savoring the tension trembling under my flesh. Then she leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered: “My second biggest enemy lives inside you.” My breath froze. “What are you talking about?” I forced out, choking on the panic bubbling up in my throat. The woman chuckle

Maximus's POV My heart slammed so violently against my ribs I thought it would tear straight out of my chest. Raina. It was Raina standing there—leaning casually against a tree like she was greeting an old friend instead of pointing a gun at my skull. Her hair was wild, tangled from running through the forest, and her green eyes gleamed with something unhinged. Madness. Rage. Pain sharpened into something lethal. So I hadn’t been wrong. Those green eyes I saw the day Damien was shot. It was her. My own breath froze in my chest. I didn’t know if it was shock or fury, but it rooted me in place for a single impossible heartbeat. “Raina…” the word scraped through my mind as a growl rumbling from deep inside my wolf. Why? She smirked like she could hear every question clawing through my skull. “Surprised?” she asked, tilting her head. “I told myself I’d enjoy this moment. Watching you realize it was me. Watching the great Alpha King bleed.” Her voice was calm. Too calm. Calm in