All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

LUCIEN’S POVWe were both breathing hard, our chests heaving like we'd just run a marathon through hell and back. My body still trembled from the release, buried deep inside her, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together in the best way. The wall behind Adele was cool against my palms where I braced us, but nothing could touch the heat still pulsing between us. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips—gentle this time, not the frantic hunger from before. It was a kiss that said everything I couldn't put into words right then."Adele," I whispered against her mouth, my voice rough and low, "what if you get pregnant?"The question hung there, heavy in the quiet room, mixing with the scent of us—of sex and sweat and something deeper, more permanent.I hadn't planned on saying it, but it slipped out, born from that raw fear I'd carried my whole life. My mom dying giving birth to me, my dad's endless blame—it all crashed back in that moment, twisting the afterglow into something vulne

DAMIEN’S POV The alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, but Rose was already bouncing around the bedroom like a live wire. “Oh my God, I’m going to be late for class!” she cried, voice high with panic as she hopped on one foot while trying to pull on her jeans. “I heard the professor is super strict—he locks the door at eight sharp! Or he docks points if you're even a minute late!” She spun toward me, hair a wild halo of curls, eyes wide with panic. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t kept me up all night—” I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy grin spreading across my face. “You asked for it, baby. Begged, actually.” She shot me a glare that would’ve been scary if her cheeks weren’t still flushed from everything we’d done just hours ago. “Not helping!” She turned back to the mirror, wrestling her curls into a messy ponytail that somehow still looked perfect. I walked up behind her, sliding my hands around her waist, pressing a kiss to the spot just below her ear t

ROSE’S POV I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm, breathing hard as the whistle blew. The gym echoed with squeaking sneakers and bouncing balls—my first college PE class, and it was basketball. The coach—a tall, no-nonsense woman with a clipboard—divided us into teams. I ended up on the blue side, pulling on a mesh jersey that smelled like old sweat. Most of the girls seemed nice enough, chatting and laughing as we warmed up. But one caught my eye right away. She was tall, athletic build, with short blonde hair and a glare that could cut glass. Every time our eyes met during stretches, she looked away fast—like she had a problem with me already. I didn’t recognize her from any other classes. What was her deal? “Alright, ladies! Let’s play!” the coach yelled, tossing the ball up for the tip-off. The game started fast. I wasn’t the best at basketball—growing up in the kingdom, we played more…primal games—but I was quick. Agile. My wolf gave me an edge I ha

LUCIEN’S POVThe air in Maximus's office felt like it had turned to stone—heavy, unyielding, pressing down on all of us. I stood there, arms still crossed, my back against the wall, watching the chaos unfold like a storm I couldn't stop. Damien's face was flushed red, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Emilia. Hell, I was staring too. "Let them come"? What kind of madness was that? We'd just spent the last ten minutes laying out how these humans—Scarlett and her greedy Salvatore company—were sniffing around our sacred Crescent Moon territory like vultures circling a fresh kill. And now our queen was suggesting we roll out the welcome mat?Damien exploded first, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip. "What are you saying, Emilia? Letting humans anywhere near our lands is putting our secret in danger!"I shifted my weight, my wolf stirring restlessly inside me. He was right. The Crescent Moon wasn't just dirt and trees; it was our history, etched into every rock a

ADELE’S POVThe kindergarten room was alive with the kind of pure, unfiltered joy that only kids could create. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patches on the colorful mats scattered across the floor. Toys were everywhere—blocks stacked in wobbly towers, crayons rolling under tables, and in the center of it all, a group of about a dozen little ones giggling as we played handball. It wasn't some fancy game; just a soft, bouncy ball we tossed around in a loose circle, no rules except to have fun and cheer each other on.I caught the ball from little Lia, her chubby hands barely able to grip it properly, and tossed it gently to Timmy, who beamed like he'd won a medal. "Nice catch!" I called out, my voice light and easy. These kids were my escape lately—their innocence a balm against the storm brewing in my life. Ever since Naomi dropped her bomb about Andrea being Lucien's son, I'd been walking a tightrope of emotions. Hurt, anger, fear. But here, with them, I