All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ROSE’S POV Four months. It’s been four whole months since the morning Damien walked through that door, since the scent of roses and lilies wrapped around us both and changed everything forever. Four months of waking up in his arms, of soft kisses on my forehead before he leaves for work, of him whispering “my queen” against my skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Four months of being treated like I’m made of glass and gold. He spoils me rotten. Breakfast in bed when I’m too tired to move. Flowers every week—roses and lilies, always. Jewelry that costs more than I could have earned in ten years as a maid. Dresses that fit me like they were sewn by magic. He even had the staff redecorate half the house just because I once mentioned I liked soft blues and creams. If he could, I swear he’d worship the ground I walk on. And yet… there’s this ache in my chest that never quite goes away. A quiet, gnawing fear that sits heavy on my heart no matter how many times he tell

DAMIEN’S POV I held her there, pressed against me, her body trembling with need. My fingers were still teasing her through those soft cotton panties, feeling how wet she already was—because of me, only me. The scent of her arousal hit me hard, making my wolf growl low in my chest. She was mine, and tonight she was going to feel it in every possible way. “Rose,” I murmured, voice rough with want. I hooked my fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her to my touch. My fingertips slid through her slick heat, finding her clit swollen and ready. I started rubbing faster, firm circles that made her gasp. She threw her head back against my shoulder with a loud moan, her dark curls spilling over my arm. “Damien…” Fuck, the way she said my name—like a prayer, like a plea—shot straight to my cock. “Yes,” I growled, pressing my lips to her neck. “Say that name, baby. Say it again.” “Damien!” she moaned louder, her hips bucking into my hand, chasing more. I c

ADELE’S POV His eyes never left mine as he stood from the bath, water streaming down his body in rivulets that caught the dim light of the bathroom. The cold had done its job—my skin no longer felt like it was on fire—but the heat inside me had only shifted, deeper, hotter, aching for something only he could give. Lucien stepped out first, strong arms lifting me effortlessly with him. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, my wet breasts pressed to his chest, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Those dark eyes held mine like they were anchoring me to the earth, promising things he’d denied me for months. He reached for a thick towel on the rack without breaking eye contact, then set me gently on the cool marble counter. The moment his hands left my body, a soft whimper escaped me. I didn’t want distance. Not even an inch. I needed him close, needed the heat of his skin against mine to quiet the throb between my thighs. He started drying me slowly, reverently. The towel

LUCIEN’S POV Morning came without mercy. I'm already dressed when the light creeps through the curtains—black trousers, crisp shirt, the familiar weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders like armor. Work clothes. Control clothes. The kind that reminds the world I am steady, unshaken, in command. Inside, I am anything but. I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her turning away from me. Heard the quiet break in her breathing. Felt the distance she put between us like a blade pressed to my ribs. I move through the room quietly, setting the table with hands that don’t tremble even though my chest feels too tight. Bread, fruit, tea. Simple. Safe. Things I can offer without hurting her. The scent hits me before I turn. Her heat. It’s soft and sharp all at once, curling through the air, sinking straight into my blood. My wolf stirs instantly, restless, possessive, aware. I have to grip the back of the chair to steady myself, jaw tightening as I force the react

DAMIEN’S POV For a second I honestly thought I'd misheard her. School. The word echoed in my head, sharp and wrong, like a crack in glass. “Don’t get me wrong, baby,” I said slowly, forcing my voice to stay calm even as my chest tightened. I could feel how fragile the air between us was. One wrong word and it would shatter. “I understand how you feel. I really do. But I don’t… I don’t think this is a good idea.” Her brows knit together instantly. “What do you mean?” she asked, confusion flashing across her face. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. I reached for her hand, wrapping my fingers around hers like I could anchor her here. Like if I held on tight enough, she wouldn't drift somewhere I couldn't protect her. “Baby, listen to me. You’ll always be worthy to me. You don’t have to prove anything. Not to me. Not to anyone.” She stared at our joined hands like they were burning her. Then she pulled away. “No,” she said sharply. My jaw tightened. “Rose—”