All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

ADELE’S POV I sat in the sun-drenched morning room with Queen Emilia, a half-finished cup of tea cooling between my hands. Emilia looked radiant even in a simple linen dress, her hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly. Pregnancy agreed with her; she glowed like the moon itself had settled under her skin.She tilted her head, studying me with that knowing smile she always wore when she was about to poke at something tender. “So… tell me. How’s your relationship been with Lucien?”I sighed, long and heavy, setting my cup down. The sound felt louder than it should have. “I can’t say we’re good yet. Not really.” I traced the rim of the saucer with my fingertip, avoiding her eyes. “He’s trying, I know he is. Last night he had a nightmare. He kept whispering ‘stop’ like someone was hurting him. I held him until he calmed down, but… he’s so scared, Emilia. Terrified of something. And he hasn’t told me what it is.”Emilia reached across the small table and squeezed m

CHAPTER 39 ROSE’S POV My heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw her.Scarlett.She was leaning against the opposite wall like she owned the hallway, arms crossed under her chest, pushing up the neckline of her tight black dress. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves, red lips curved into that sharp, knowing smirk that made my skin crawl. Those green eyes locked onto mine, cold and amused, like a cat watching a mouse it already knows it’s going to play with.I stopped dead, my heels clicking once on the marble floor before everything went silent.I folded my arms tight across my chest, trying to hide the way my hands were already shaking. I forced my voice to stay steady, even though it wanted to crack.“What are you doing here?” I asked, glaring hard. “Don’t tell me you’re following us.”Scarlett laughed—soft, musical, and completely fake. The sound bounced off the marble walls and grated against my nerves.“Of course not, darling,” she said, pushing off the wall and taking

DAMIEN’S POV I turned to her, reaching out slowly, fingers brushing the air between us. “Rose…” She flinched away like my touch burned, sliding as far across the leather seat as she could get, pressing her back against the opposite window. Her arms folded tight over her chest, knees drawn up, red satin dress still rumpled from what we’d just done. Her dark curls were wild around her face, lips swollen from my kisses, but her eyes—God, those eyes were fixed on the city lights outside, refusing to look at me. It felt like a knife in my gut. My mate was hurting, and she was pulling away from me. I hated it. Hated every second of it. My wolf roared inside my head, pacing, claws scraping at my control. Pull her close. Fix it. Make mate happy. I whispered her name again, softer this time. “Rose… baby, please.” Nothing. Not even a glance. The silence in the car was thick, heavy, pressing down on my chest until it was hard to breathe. The city blurred past the windows, but

DAMIEN’S POV I pulled away from her, just a step, because I needed air. Needed a second to breathe before I said things that couldn’t be taken back. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The room felt too small, the air too thick. Rose stood there in that red satin dress, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and dark, lips parted like she was already waiting for whatever came next. She looked so beautiful it hurt, but right now beauty wasn’t the problem. The problem was the storm inside me—want, fear, hunger, love—all crashing together. “Rose,” I started, voice rough, low. “I need you to understand something.” She didn’t move, just watched me, waiting. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to find the words. “These desires… this need for control, to test limits… it didn’t just start overnight.” I turned away for a second, staring at the wall like it could help me say this. It couldn’t. “Back then, when my brother and I were still fighting… when I was angry—fu

ADELE’S POV The palace was quiet, the kind of deep, heavy silence that only comes late at night when everyone else is asleep. Moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silver and cool across the bed. I was already in my nightgown—a thin silk slip the color of midnight, short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. I’d chosen it on purpose earlier, telling myself it was just comfortable, but really I knew better. I was playing the same game he was.I sat propped against the headboard, pretending to read a book I hadn’t turned a page in for twenty minutes. Lucien had been in the bathroom forever. The shower had stopped, yet the door stayed locked. I didn’t care, I told myself. Not one bit. He could stay in there until morning for all it mattered to me.Then the door opened.Steam rolled out first, warm and scented with his soap—something dark and spicy that always made my stomach tighten. And then he stepped into the room.My breath stopped.He had a towel wrapped