All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night reeked of copper and ash. The blood moon bled across the sky like an open wound, its crimson light spilling through the narrow slits in the underground walls. It painted the stones in shades of murder and memory, and I tasted its call the way a drowning man tastes salt water—desperate, poisonous, inescapable. The chains cut deeper tonight. Black iron. Soraya’s strongest spells. Every link etched with magic that burned like frozen fire against my wrists and ankles. I had demanded this, demanded a cage I could not break, but the magic bit into my skin like the jaws of a starving wolf, hungry to taste bone. Blood slicked my palms. The scent was sharp and metallic, feeding the beast that paced inside me. I tilted my head back and glared at the ceiling where the moonlight seeped through. “Goddess,” I rasped, voice already fraying at the edges. “Do you hear me?” Silence. Always silence. My throat tightened with a rage so raw it scalded. “I hate you,” I whispered, then loude

The forest hummed. That strange, unearthly barrier I’d somehow created vibrated like a living thing, the air thick with energy and the copper tang of something I didn’t understand. Every breath tasted like lightning, sharp and dangerous, as if the night itself held its breath along with me. And him. The beast. Maximus. He stood at the edge of the trees, massive and terrifying, black fur slick with moonlight, claws digging deep trenches into the wet earth. His eyes burned into mine, unblinking, feral. A single step forward, and the sound of it shattered the silence. His growl followed, low and thunderous, vibrating through my bones until my knees threatened to buckle. My heart leapt into my throat. But I didn’t back away. I couldn’t. Slowly, I lowered my trembling hands, palms down, the universal gesture of surrender. “Easy,” I whispered, my voice shaking but steady enough to cut through the pounding of my pulse. “It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you.” The beast’s ears flicked

His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and the world dissolved into nothing but him. The storm outside raged, but it might as well have been miles away—because the storm inside us was louder, fiercer, hungrier. Maximus kissed like a man starved, his mouth moving over mine with ruthless possession. His tongue swept past my lips, tangling with mine in a wicked, erotic dance that left me moaning helplessly into him. My hands flew up, desperate to touch him, to feel every inch of the hard, wet planes of his body—but he was faster. With a growl, he caught my wrists. The restraint sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body arching instinctively into his as if begging for more. His cock pressed against me thick, hard, impossible to ignore. The pressure sent a wave of molten heat spiraling between my legs, and I whimpered into his mouth, shameless, my body betraying every ounce of need I felt. He broke the kiss only long enough to pick me up, lifting me as though I weighed

I never thought this day would come.The day I could bury myself inside a woman without blood, without screams, without the monster in me tearing her apart.No—Emilia was here, panting, trembling, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes hazy from pleasure I gave her. My cock was still buried deep inside her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, and instead of fear, her gaze glowed with something that shattered me completely—want.She wanted me.The monster.The cursed Alpha King.Me.The beast inside me snarled, restless, stunned, clawing to the surface. It didn’t understand why she still breathed, why her body welcomed mine instead of tearing apart. I didn’t understand either. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Emilia was mine.I had her.And I would never let her go.Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping free, and my eyes dragged to the sight of them—red, swollen, bitten raw from how desperately I’d claimed them. I should’ve stopped. Should’ve given her mercy. Sh

For one terrifying heartbeat, the world stopped. Her body was so still beneath my arm, so quiet, I swore I felt the cold breath of death brush against my skin. Not again. Not her. My heart thundered so violently I thought it would rip free from my chest. The curse had always been merciless—every woman I touched was doomed. And last night… last night I hadn’t just touched her. I had claimed her in every way I knew how. The thought that my hunger, my need, might have taken her from me— A low groan broke the silence. I jerked upright. “Maximus…” Her voice was a sleepy rasp, soft as a sigh. Then, with a hint of irritation, she mumbled, “Get away from me. You didn’t let me sleep until the early hours of the morning. I’m tired… and now you won’t let me sleep?” Relief hit me like a blade pulled free from a wound—sharp, dizzying. My head dropped forward and I exhaled hard, my palm dragging over my face as a shaky laugh escaped. Goddess, she scared the hell out of me. “You…” My voice