All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EMILIA’S POV The moment she said, “You’ll see,” something inside me turned to ice. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as she turned her back to me and began walking toward the shadowed corner of the cave. I swallowed hard, forcing the words out because silence felt unbearable—like it would crush me. “What… what do you plan on doing?” I asked. She didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at me. Her footsteps faded into the darkness, leaving nothing but the thickest silence I had ever felt—heavy, suffocating, alive. My pulse hammered in my ears. I could hear my own breathing, shaky and uneven, echoing against the stone walls. I tried the ropes again, twisting, pulling, yanking until my wrists burned and my skin tore. Pain flared, hot and sharp, but the ropes didn’t budge. They were tied with something more than just physical knots. Some kind of spell held them tight, locked around me like iron. “Come on,” I whispered through gritted teeth, fighting harder. “Come on, come on—p

MAXIMUS’S POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Light swallowed the entire cave—white, silver, alive. It wasn’t just bright. It was power, violent and ancient, thrashing through the air like a storm fighting to break free. I staggered back, my arm shielding my eyes as dust spun wildly around me.The ropes binding Emilia snapped like thin threads.The altar trembled.And then—Her body… lifted.Slowly.Weightlessly.As if invisible hands were pulling her up toward the ceiling. Her back arched, her head tilted upward, and her hair lifted like it was floating underwater. The dagger was still in her chest, gleaming horribly in the light. But she didn’t look dead anymore.She didn’t look alive, either.My mouth fell open.“Emilia?” I whispered, but the word vanished in the roaring wind tearing through the cave.Her entire body was glowing. Not soft light. Not faint. No—this was overwhelming, blinding, holy. A white-gold brilliance poured out of her skin, out of her hair, out of the w

Maximus's POV The moment my roar…ENOUGH! shattered through the battlefield, the entire world froze.Claws stopped mid-strike. Teeth stopped mid-lunge.Wolves halted with their jaws inches from each other’s throats.The air itself seemed to stop breathing.Several eyes turned toward me.Warriors. Alphas. Rogues. My people.The night fell silent in a way that made the hair on my back rise. Emilia climbed down from my back, her movements stiff from exhaustion, and fury. Soraya slipped from her grip and collapsed onto the dirt like a useless rag. Emilia shoved her down harder with a single push of her foot.Lucien’s wolf pushed forward through the ranks, eyes blazing.‘Your Majesty… what are you doing?’ he asked through the link, breathless, bloody, desperate.I shifted, bones snapping, fur sinking back into my skin until I stood on two feet—naked, bruised, covered in dirt and blood. But I stood tall.Unshaken.Unbroken.“Ending this,” I said, loud enough for the entire battlefield to he

Maximus's POVHow does breathing work again? Because looking at Damien I seem to have forgotten how to. Damien stood there watching me. Same blue eyes as mine. Same broad shoulders. Same sharp jaw. Same person that had once watched over me…then watched me fall apart.He didn’t speak.I didn’t either.Emilia’s hand tightened around mine gently. When I turned to her, she gave me a small, warm smile. One that told me she understood everything without a single word.“I’ll give you two some privacy,” she whispered.I shook my head, instinctively wanting her close, but she only squeezed my fingers again and stepped away before I could protest. As she walked past Damien, she offered him a kind smile.He smiled back.Then she moved down the hall, far enough to give us space—but not so far she couldn’t see us if we needed her. That alone steadied my lungs.Silence fell again.Heavy. Thick. Years of distance pressed between us.Damien looked at me like he was searching my face for something he

Emilia’s POV The dungeon was cold. Colder than any place holding a living soul should ever be. The air felt damp and heavy with grief, like the stones themselves carried memories of screams and sorrow. Maximus walked beside me in silence, his steps slow, deliberate, each one echoing off the narrow passageway. I wrapped my arms around myself, but the chill came from inside, not the cold. We finally reached the last cell. The one where Raina was held. She sat at the far end, knees drawn to her chest, her back facing us, her hair tangled and covering most of her face. She didn’t move when we stopped. Didn’t acknowledge us. Didn’t tense or turn or lift her head. It was like she had been waiting for us. Or like she already knew we were here. I knelt in front of the bars, my fingers curling around the cold metal. Raina didn’t look up. But she laughed. Softly at first—barely a breath. Then deeper, darker, dripping with bitterness. “I’m guessing you two finally got your happy en