All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

ADELE’S POV “Goddess, you both should get a room,” Emilia said, her voice laced with amusement as she fanned herself dramatically with one of the menu drafts.I turned to her, blinking like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “What?”She smirked, leaning back in her chair with that queenly grace that made even teasing look elegant. Her hand rested on her belly bump, which seemed to grow a little every day. “That man has been looking at you like he wants to devour you. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking glances back.”I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh yeah?” Emilia arched a perfect brow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sure, Adele. Keep telling yourself that.”I tried to focus on the menu in front of me—roast venison with herb crust, wild berry tarts, some fancy wine pairings…but my gaze betrayed me.It drifted across the royal hall to where Lucien stood with the king. The massive room was buzzing with activity

ADELE’S POV The steam swirled around us, thick and hot, but it had nothing on the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. In one smooth blur of motion, his shirt hit the floor, pants followed, and then the glass door slid open. Warm water sprayed over his bare skin as he stepped in, crowding me back until my shoulders met the cool tile wall.He pinned me there with his body—hard, wet, and so very naked. His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. Water poured down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, dripping from his dark hair onto my skin. We were both breathing hard, chests rising and falling fast, the air between us electric.His lips hovered just an inch from mine, close enough that I could feel his breath, taste the want on it.“Let me take care of that ache between your legs,” he whispered, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over silk.My heart slammed against my ribs. I tilted my chin up, defiant even though my body was already scream

ROSE’S POV I sat cross-legged on the big bed in our bedroom back in the werewolf territory, the laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet except for the soft rustle of Damien moving around in the walk-in closet.My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long minute before I finally typed the letters. BDSM. Enter. The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly. Pictures. Articles. Videos. Words I’d never seen before—words like “submissive,” “dominant,” “flogging,” “bondage,” “impact play.” There were lists of toys: cuffs, paddles, ropes, plugs. Descriptions of scenes that made my heart race and my stomach flip all at once. Oh goddess. What had I gotten myself into? I scrolled too fast, eyes wide, heat crawling up my neck and into my cheeks. Some of it looked… intense. Really intense. Painful. Scary. But other parts—descriptions of trust, surrender, pleasure so deep it broke you open—made something low in my belly twist in a way that was

ADELE’S POV The bedroom was warm and quiet, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamps and the moonlight slipping through the curtains. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the deep emerald gown that hugged my body like it was made for me. I felt beautiful—powerful, even—but nervous butterflies still danced in my stomach. Tonight was Emilia’s first ball as queen. Everything had to be perfect. Strong hands settled on my shoulders from behind, warm and familiar. Lucien’s reflection appeared over my shoulder, tall and devastating in his black tux. The suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating his broad chest, narrow waist, and those powerful legs. His dark hair was tamed just enough to look polished, but a few strands still fell rebelliously over his forehead. He looked dangerous. Gorgeous. Mine. He slid the zipper up my back slowly, deliberately, his knuckles brushing my bare skin the whole way. When it reached the top, he didn’t let go. Instea

ADELE’S POV Derek’s hand tightened on my waist—one hard, deliberate squeeze that made my skin crawl—before he finally let go. He stepped back, smooth as ever, but not before giving Lucien a long, unreadable look. Something dark and challenging flashed in his eyes, gone so fast I almost thought I imagined it. Then he inclined his head, the perfect gentleman, and walked away without a word. The crowd swallowed him up. Lucien didn’t wait. His arm slid around my waist in one fluid motion, yanking me flush against his chest so suddenly the air left my lungs in a soft gasp. His body was hard, warm, vibrating with barely contained fury. He buried his face in the curve of my neck, nose dragging along my skin, breathing me in like he needed my scent to keep from exploding. “I was seconds away from ripping his fucking head off,” he growled against my throat, voice rough and dangerous. His teeth grazed the spot where my mark would one day be, and heat shot straight through me. “Why the h