บททั้งหมดของ CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

LUCIEN’S POV She stared at me. Right there on the training grounds, long after everyone else had gone. Her eyes held mine…steady, unafraid, almost bored—while my wolf slammed itself against my ribs like it wanted out. Like it wanted her. Like it wanted blood. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t roar. Adele let out a quiet huff and rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable.” She turned on her heel, ponytail swinging, already walking away like she hadn’t just unraveled me in front of everyone. Something snapped. I moved before I thought. My hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist. “Adele.” She gasped and spun halfway back toward me. “Let me go, Lucien.” I didn’t. I tightened my grip and pulled her toward me, my strides long and angry as I dragged her off the main path. Gravel crunched under our boots. She stumbled once, then caught herself, yanking against my hold. “Are you insane?” she snapped. “Let. Me. Go.” “Stop fighting me,” I gr

LUCIEN’S POV The King had been staring at me for the past five minutes. He wasn’t even hiding it or pretending. Just full-on, assessing, quiet observation like he was waiting for me to crack. I stood at attention in front of his desk, hands clasped behind my back, spine straight, jaw tight. The office smelled faintly of Jasmine. The tall windows let in pale afternoon light, but it did nothing to ease the pressure building in my chest. Maximus finally leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes never leaving my face. I sighed. Slow. Controlled. Tired. “Is there something you want, Your Majesty?” I asked. One brow lifted. “There it is,” he said mildly. “You always get this way when you’re cornered.” I didn’t respond. He studied me for another heartbeat, then shook his head with a quiet chuckle. “Lucien,” he said, voice softening. “What’s bothering you?” Nothing. That was the answer that leapt to my tongue. The lie I’d perfected. The shield I wore every day. “Nothing

Adele's Pov I jerked awake with a gasp, my whole body snapping upright like I’d been yanked out of deep water. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. My chest rose and fell too fast, breath burning my throat as if I’d been running. Heat clung to me, slick and uncomfortable, my skin damp, my limbs heavy. For one wild, stupid second, I looked around, expecting him. Lucien. Kneeling between my legs. His hands. His mouth. His voice in my ear calling me mate. But the room was still. Silent. Empty. No sign of Lucien. Just morning light creeping in through the windows and the echo of a dream that refused to let go of me. A dream. I let out a shaky, broken laugh and dragged my hands down my face. Of course it was a dream. Of course my mind would betray me like that—give me everything I wanted only to rip it away the second I woke up. My fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging in as frustration flooded me so hard it made my eyes sting. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ri

ADELE’S POV I pushed myself to my feet slowly, my body still humming from pain, anger, and something far more confusing. When I looked at Lucien, his eyes were no longer just angry. They were murderous. Dark. Sharp. Locked on Alpha Derek like he was an enemy standing on his land instead of a respected Alpha inside the King’s pal. The air around him felt heavier, thick with restrained violence, and my wolf curled uneasily inside my chest. Alpha Derek noticed it too. He straightened immediately and dipped his head in a respectful bow. “Beta Lucien,” he greeted calmly. Lucien didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t return the greeting. The silence stretched, tense enough that I felt it crawling over my skin. It was the kind of silence that came right before blood spilled. I could almost hear the growls building beneath the surface, feel the challenge hanging in the air between them. I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not with my emotions already shredded beyond repair. I turned away f

I took a threatening step toward him, closing the gap until our faces were inches apart. My breath came out in hot bursts, my chest heaving like I'd just run a marathon. "Adele is my mate, you understand?" I snarled, my voice low and dangerous, laced with every ounce of fury boiling inside me. "So stay the fuck away from her." Derek didn't back down. Hell, he didn't even blink. Instead, he shifted forward, mirroring my aggression, his broad shoulders squaring up like he was ready to throw down right there on the balcony. The air between us crackled, thick with the scent of challenge—two powerful males, locked in a standoff that could explode any second. His dark eyes bored into mine, unflinching, and I could see the fire in them, the same possessive spark that was tearing me apart. "If she's your mate," he shot back, his tone steady but edged with steel, "then treat her as such. Or I swear, I won't hold back." The words hit me like a gut punch. Treat her as such. As if I didn't