All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The blood moon rose. I felt it before I saw it—like a blade sliding slow and merciless beneath my skin, splitting me open from the inside. Heat, sharp and unrelenting, spread through my chest until I could hardly breathe. My lungs dragged at the air, my ribs aching with every inhale, every exhale. Then it began. The first wave. A violent shudder ripped through me, throwing my body forward against the chains. They clattered, groaned, the iron biting into my wrists as if to remind me—monster, prisoner, cursed. I roared, a raw sound, tearing from my throat until it scraped my lungs raw. My head snapped back, veins bulging as fire seared its way beneath my skin. It was always fire. Fire licking at my nerves, eating through muscle, burning me alive from the inside out. The chains rattled again as I convulsed, fighting them though I knew there was no use. Still, I fought. Still, I pulled until the flesh around my wrists split open, warm blood slicking the cuffs. My knees buckled, slam

The beast growled and the sound of the growl nearly ripped the air apart. Low. Deep. Brutal. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a force, a vibration that shook my bones and made the hair on my arms stand on end. The chains clattered violently as the beast lunged forward, its massive body straining against the iron, black eyes burning with a hunger that made my blood run cold. I froze in the doorway, my hand still on the knob, heart pounding against my ribcage so hard I thought it would break free. Goddess, what the hell was I doing here? The beast roared again, so loud it rattled through the chamber walls and echoed into my chest. My instincts screamed at me to run, to get as far away from this monster as possible. But my feet didn’t move. My legs refused to listen. My stupid, reckless curiosity rooted me in place. His wrists were bleeding—thick, dark blood streaming down his furred arms as the cuffs cut deep with every violent tug. The scent of iron coated the air, sharp and suffoca

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. No—believe wasn’t even the word. My mind refused it, denied it, clawed for any other explanation but the truth staring me in the face. The King. The beast. One and the same. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. And yet—his face was there, right before me, pale and fevered, streaked with blood and sweat. Those piercing blue eyes, the same ones that had burned holes through me from the first time we met, the same ones that held an entire kingdom trembling in obedience—those same eyes now looked at me through a haze of exhaustion, half-lidded, broken, yet unmistakably human. The King. And the monster who had just tried to tear me apart. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t slow the chaos rattling inside me. Every beat screamed the same impossible truth: it was him. It had always been him. And he was here. Broken. Collapsed in front of me. His body swayed once before giving out completely, crum

The silence after his words was a blade pressed against my throat.My body had locked itself into stillness, every muscle taut, my breath caught in the tight snare of fear. He was awake. He was furious. And he was looking at me like I had committed the greatest sin imaginable.I should’ve begged for forgiveness. Should’ve bowed my head, shrunk into silence, prayed he’d spare me.Instead, my mouth betrayed me.“You know,” I blurted out, my voice too bright, too brittle, too desperate to fill the crushing quiet, “you’re… really strong. You pulled those chains out of the wall like they were twigs. I mean—wow.”The word hung in the air like an awkward balloon about to pop.His eyes narrowed, the fury in them hardening into ice.Shit.Slowly—deliberately—he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The sheet slipped down his torso, exposing the ridges of muscle marred with faint bruises and deep lines of strain. His movements were precise, controlled, but I could feel the fury in every shif

The door groaned open before I spoke. Lucien entered, silent as ever, but I felt the faint tremor of caution that always accompanied him when I was like this. The scent of stone dust and iron still clung to my skin. My muscles ached from the night’s brutal transformation, every breath scraping like broken glass down my throat. “These walls aren’t strong enough to hold me anymore.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, rough and hollow. My voice sounded foreign—like someone else wearing my skin. “Prepare the underground room. Tell Soraya to use her strongest spells. I want chains I can’t break. No matter how hard my beast pushes.” Lucien’s jaw tightened, but he bowed without a word. He understood orders, not feelings. Good. Feelings were a disease. When the door closed, the room felt even smaller. The scent of her still lingered—faint, maddening. Emilia. I hated that she had seen me like this. Hated that she had looked at the beast and not flinched until the very end. I