All Chapters of CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

For a long, breathless moment, no one moved. Maximus stood in the doorway like a ghost from another life—his eyes locked on the doctor as though he’d just seen someone crawl out of his nightmares. His chest rose and fell too fast, his fists clenched at his sides. The doctor didn’t flinch. She just stood there, calm, poised, her lips curved in that same soft smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You—” Maximus started, his voice low, hoarse. He stopped himself. Something heavy hung in the air—thick, charged, suffocating. I could feel it pressing against my chest, wrapping around my ribs until every breath came shallow. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out the steady beep of the machine beside me. I turned slowly to Damien, my throat tightening. “Do they… know each other?” I whispered. He didn’t look away from them. “I don’t know if they had any kind of relationship,” he murmured, voice tight. “But she used to live here before she went abroad to study. She only came back recently—

Third Person POV The heavy doors burst open with a sound that echoed down the empty hall—it was sharp, loud, and alive, like the world itself had just been startled awake. A woman stepped through. Her laughter followed—the kind that didn’t sound right in a place like this. It was bright, almost musical, but beneath it was something sharp, something wrong. It bounced off the marble walls and danced through the air like smoke. “Wakey, wakey,” she said, her voice sing-song and playful. “It’s time, everyone.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked further inside. The corridor stretched endlessly before her—cold, gray, and covered in dust that sparkled faintly under the dim light. The air smelled of old stone and forgotten secrets. To anyone else, it would’ve seemed like an empty place. Silent. Lifeless. But it wasn’t. The woman stopped in front of a tall brown door, its wood cracked and weathered. She placed her palm against it. The surface felt cold—and a faint pulse r

The night air was cold enough to sting my lungs. I stood at the edge of the forest, arms folded, staring into nothing. The moon hung low above the trees, pale and hollow, like it was watching me fall apart in silence. My breath came out in white puffs, sharp and uneven, disappearing as quickly as they formed. I’d been out here for hours. Maybe longer. I’d lost track of time. All my life, I’d known how to control chaos. I’d mastered it—ruled it—bent it to my will. But tonight, everything inside me was slipping through my fingers. This wasn’t like the battles I’d fought before. It wasn’t even like the nights when my beast clawed at my skin, begging to take control. This was worse. This was helplessness. The one thing I’d sworn never to feel again. Because now… I didn’t know who I was supposed to be. The King. The protector. The cursed monster. The man who couldn’t even choose between two women fated to destroy him in different ways. I didn’t want to lose Emilia. But I needed Rai

“Your Majesty, stop looking at me like that—it wasn’t me,” Lucien said, his voice steady but tense. “I promise.”He raised both hands slowly, palms open in surrender. The flickering firelight danced across his face, throwing uneasy shadows across the room.For a long second, I didn’t say anything. I just stared at him—watched the tiny twitch in his jaw, the controlled rise and fall of his chest. I wanted to believe him. Goddess, I needed to believe him. But after what Soraya had said… how could I be sure anymore?“Your Majesty,” Lucien said again, more carefully this time. “I swear it wasn’t me in that forest.”I sighed and dragged a hand down my face, feeling the start of a headache throb behind my eyes. The fire crackled, low and uneven, and the air in the room felt thick, heavy—like the walls themselves were listening.“Somehow,” I muttered, pushing myself up from the chair, “some strange shadow managed to get into my palace. Into my palace, Lucien. And now I can’t even tell who’s

The door clicked shut behind Doctor Raina, and the silence that followed felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Her words were still echoing in my head—sharp, cold, heavy. I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick. The lights above me buzzed softly, the monitor beside me kept its slow, steady rhythm—but none of it felt real anymore. The world had shifted. Everything I thought I knew about myself, about Maximus, about this place—it all suddenly felt like a fragile illusion waiting to crack. The Milandra spirit. Inside me. The idea sounded insane, impossible… but deep down, some part of me wasn’t sure. Because what if it was true? What if that was the reason for the strange dreams, the flashes of cold, the way I’d felt something alive inside me the moment before I passed out? A tremor ran through me. My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket tightly, the thin fabric twisting between my palms. If Raina was right, then something inside me could