All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

ROSE’S POV His body pinned me to the wall, hard and unyielding, those blue eyes burning into mine. The vibrations were still going—strong, steady, merciless. My thighs trembled, slick and aching. “Damien… please,” I whispered, voice shaky and desperate. “Make it stop.” He leaned in closer, lips almost brushing mine, that dark smile deepening. “No.” His hand came up, fingers tracing my jaw before tilting my chin higher. “I want you soaked and breathless for me. And then… I’ll take you hard.” A frustrated groan slipped out of me. “But I can’t even breathe. I can’t even think straight.” He chuckled low, the sound sending fresh heat through me. “So what should I do about it?” The vibrations seemed to spike—like he’d turned it up again—and I whimpered, pressing my thighs together hard. It only made everything worse. Pleasure coiled tight, too tight, threatening to snap right there in the hallway. “Damien!” He took my hand suddenly, lacing our fingers, and pulled me away f

ADELE’S POV Lucien’s hand was warm and firm around mine as he pulled me out of the ballroom. The music and laughter faded behind us, replaced by the quiet echo of our footsteps in the long hallway.“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Lucien, tell me. What’s the surprise?”He didn’t answer. Just glanced back at me with that wicked half-smile that always made my stomach flip, eyes dark and full of secrets. He kept walking—through the grand corridors, up the sweeping marble stairs, all the way to the top floor where our bedroom waited.When we reached the door, I stopped and raised a brow at him. “Our room? This is the big surprise?”He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, looking unfairly gorgeous in his tux. “Open it and see.”I rolled my eyes but pushed the door open—and gasped.The room was transformed.Soft candlelight flickered everywhere…dozens of them on the dresser, the nightstands, even along the windowsill. The warm glow danced across

LUCIEN’S POV I was buried deep inside her, and I swear I forgot how to breathe.Gritting my teeth so hard my jaw ached, I fought every instinct screaming at me to move, to thrust, to claim. I’d never felt anything like this. Every single nerve in my body had come alive, sparks shooting down my spine, pooling hot and heavy in my gut. Adele was wrapped around me…tight, wet, perfect—like she was made for me. Her warmth hugged every inch of my cock, squeezing in a way that made my vision blur at the edges.I stayed completely still, afraid that if I moved even a fraction, I’d lose control and embarrass myself in seconds.She looked so fucking beautiful underneath me. Gray eyes blown wide with pleasure, lips parted on soft little gasps, blonde hair fanned out across the pillows like a halo. Her cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling fast, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. And me—completely filling her. Stretching her. The sight of us joined like this nearly undid me.I could

LUCIEN’S POV I woke to a sharp, insistent knock on the door.The sound cut through the haze of sleep like a blade. I groaned low in my throat, instinctively pulling Adele closer. She was warm and soft against my chest, her breathing slow and even, blonde hair spilling across my arm like silk. Last night came rushing back…the candles, her dance, her body under mine, the way she’d whispered she loved me. I wanted to stay right here, buried in this bed with her, and never leave.I wanted to pretend the world outside this room didn't exist.The knock came again—harder this time.Adele stirred, mumbling sleepily against my skin. “Make it stop…”Anger flared hot and instant. “What the fuck,” I cursed under my breath.No one knocked on my door like that unless it was urgent—or the person had a death wish.I slid out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her fully. The cool air hit my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I grabbed the robe from the couch and tied it around my waist,

LUCIEN’S POV“You don’t… you don’t remember?”Naomi’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the thick silence like a blade. Her eyes searched mine, wide and glassy, waiting for something—recognition, maybe, or forgiveness. I had none to give.“Remember what?” I snapped, the words tasting like ash. Anger flared hot in my chest, chasing away the cold shock that had settled there moments ago. “What the hell am I supposed to remember, Naomi?”She flinched, but didn’t back down. Andrea pressed closer to her side, his small hand fisted in her dress. She took a shaky breath, then another, like she was steeling herself for a blow.“One night… you got drunk.”I laughed—short, bitter, disbelieving. “Drunk?” I took a step toward her, my shadow falling over them both.“I don’t get drunk, Naomi. Not like that. Not blackout, stumbling, can’t-remember-my-own-name drunk. So whatever memory you’re trying to sell me, it’s bullshit.”Her chin lifted, just a fraction. “You did that night.”