All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LUCIEN’S POV I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could hear it in my ears. Andrea looked up at me—those big brown eyes full of hope and pain—and it felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed.I didn’t know what to say.Nothing came. No words. No comfort. Just a roaring in my head as memories I’d buried deep clawed their way to the surface. My father’s voice, cold and cutting. The way he’d looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was a mistake he couldn’t erase. The cellar. The dark. The kicks. The hatred.I’d sworn I’d never be like him. Never let a child feel that kind of rejection.But this boy…this little boy who might be mine—was staring at me like I held his whole world in my hands. And I had no idea what to do with it.Before I could force a single word out, the king spoke, his voice calm but firm, cutting through the suffocating silence.“The maid will show you and your son to guest quarters. You’ll stay there until the

ADELE’S POV“No, Lucien,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, shaking my head like that could make the words disappear. “I didn’t quite get you. What did you just say?”My heart was slamming against my chest so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs. Please, let this be a mistake. Let me have heard wrong. Let this be some cruel dream I could wake up from. The room spun a little, the sunlight from the window suddenly too bright, too harsh. I stared at him, willing him to take it back, to laugh and say it was nothing.Lucien’s eyes met mine, and oh God, the fear in them—it was raw, desperate, like a man staring down the edge of a cliff. His face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line, and for a second, he just looked at me, like he was memorizing my face before everything shattered.“She claims I’m the father of her child, Adele,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush, like if he didn’t say them fast enough, they’d choke him. “She’s saying some story about me getting drunk on

ROSE’S POV I sat in the lecture hall, waiting for my first class to start, and I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. Business Management 101. My first real college class. The room was filling up slowly—students chatting, pulling out laptops, sipping coffee. The air smelled like fresh notebooks and nervous energy. I felt it too, that flutter in my stomach, but mostly excitement. This was what I’d fought for. What I’d dreamed about when I was just a maid scrubbing floors back in the kingdom. A real chance to learn. To grow. To be part of Damien’s world in a way that wasn’t just standing beside him. Some of the guys in the row behind me were glancing my way—I could feel their eyes. Whispering. One even smiled when I accidentally looked back. My cheeks heated, and I shifted in my seat, pulling my notebook closer like a shield. I wasn’t used to attention like this. Back home, everyone knew I was Damien’s. Here… I was just the new girl with curly hair and a sh

LUCIEN’S POVThe training ground was already alive when I arrived, the air sharp with early morning chill. The younger warriors were lined up in uneven rows, some stretching, some already sparring, their laughter and grunts filling the wide open space. Normally, this was where my mind cleared. Where I breathed. Where I remembered who I was beyond duty and chaos.Today, my chest felt tight.I stood at the edge of the field, hands clasped behind my back, eyes scanning the crowd as I oversaw their movements. Every misstep, every sloppy strike, every moment of hesitation—I caught it all. Or at least, I tried to.Because no matter how hard I focused, my awareness kept drifting to one place.Adele.She stood a few steps away from me, dressed in simple training clothes, her hair pulled back, her posture straight and calm. Too calm. But she was there. She hadn’t hidden. She hadn’t avoided me. She hadn’t locked herself away in her room or drowned herself in tears.She stayed.And God, I loved

LUCIEN’S POV The word “Daddy” hung in the air like a curse, echoing in my skull long after it left Andrea’s mouth. My blood boiled, hot and furious, as I watched Adele’s back disappear into the distance. She didn’t look back. Not once. That silence from her—it cut deeper than any shout or slap ever could. The training ground, once full of energy and purpose, now felt like a goddamn prison, with every warrior’s eyes drilling into me like accusations I couldn’t escape. I snapped my head toward Naomi, who was standing there with that calm, almost smug look on her face, like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of my life. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Anger surged through me, raw and unchecked, the kind that made my vision tunnel and my voice come out in a low, dangerous growl. “What the fuck are you doing?” I snarled, stepping closer to her, my body towering over hers. The warriors around us shifted uncomfortably,