All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke up with a tingling sensation between my legs. My hands and legs were free and no longer chained, but I could feel the ache on my wrists and ankles from all the struggling I did last night. Last night. It has got to be the best night of my life. The way it felt like he broke me and put me back in place. I never thought I could feel anything like that. When he had chained me up and then tortured me, I felt like my whole body was lit on fire—like every part of me I never knew existed came alive. I thought he was going to leave me wanting and desperate all night, chained up and aching but then he came back and gave me mind blowing pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile, my stomach fluttering with butterflies, but then reality came crashing on me. I didn’t escape last night. I was back in the palace, in the king's claws. Where I might never be able to escape. Where he'll keep claiming I’m his property and belong to him. Where I might likely die. “I see you’re awake,” my eyes quic

I could still feel his presence long after he left but I couldn't bring myself to move. I just stood there, clutching the blanket to my chest like it was armor. My breaths came shallow and uneven, the air in the room feeling too thick, too heavy with his lingering presence. ‘Then I’ll just have to teach you what it truly means to be mine.’ His words replayed in my head, over and over, until they became a pulse, throbbing with every beat of my heart. A shiver ran down my spine. Fear, yes—but not only fear. Something darker and more dangerous twisted beneath it. Resolve. I wasn’t going to let him break me. Not like the others. Not like all those women who had been whispered about, who had come before me only to die in his arms. If I couldn’t run—if the chains of this palace were too strong—then I would have to play another game. His game. Sweet. Submissive. Willing. I would give him the illusion of surrender while sharpening my claws in silence. And when the right moment came, wh

A knock on the door jolted me awake from my sleep as I quickly sat up, eyes going to the door. “Come in.” I said, my voice rough with sleep as the door slowly pushed in and a woman walked in holding neatly folded clothes in her hands. “The king asked me to give you these, he wants you in his office as soon as you’re done dressing,” she said, dropping the clothes on the bed. “Thanks,” I whispered as I stood up, “I’ll be waiting for you outside the door,” she said, giving me a bow and my eyes couldn’t help but widen in shock. Why was she bowing to me? “Uhm, I’ll quickly shower and change, I’ll be out shortly,” I said and the woman bowed again before quietly walking out of the room leaving me standing there in shock. I blinked coming back to my senses as I made my way to the bathroom because whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I had a quick shower not even caring how big the damn bathroom was. I dried myself and tied a towel around my head as I walked out of the bat

Lucien’s boots struck the marble floor hard as he rushed forward, the sound ricocheting against the walls like a warning drum. I bared my teeth in a snarl, the beast clawing at my throat, heat still roaring through me. My claws slashed at the air, a guttural growl vibrating low in my chest. I didn’t want him near. I didn’t want anyone near. “Stay back,” I snarled, though the words trembled, distorted by the animal in me. But Lucien ignored it. He always ignored the danger I posed, as if loyalty had carved the fear out of his bones long ago. His hand gripped my arm, steady and firm, despite the way my claws could shred through flesh and bone in a blink. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, straining as he lifted me to my feet. I fought him, even as my body buckled. The beast thrashed inside, roaring to break free, to rip, to destroy. And yet—Lucien dragged me across the room, lowering me onto the black leather couch. My chest heaved, every breath sawing out of me like blades. My visi

Her lips were soft against mine. So fucking soft. The kind of softness I had no right to touch, no right to claim. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and my tongue brushed against hers—hot, desperate, demanding. For a moment, I let myself drown in her warmth. For a moment, I pretended I wasn’t the monster lurking beneath this skin. Her sigh melted against my mouth, sending fire straight through my veins. My arms tightened around her waist, dragging her closer until there was no space between us. My chest hammered with a rhythm I hadn’t felt in years—not rage, not hunger, not power. Something terrifyingly fragile. Something dangerous. And then it hit. A surge. Violent. Unrelenting. The beast. It ripped through me without warning, my vision fracturing into red. My lungs seized, my chest tightening as claws of fire raked down my insides. A guttural growl ripped out of my throat before I could choke it down. I tore my mouth from hers, stumbling back so quickly she g