All Chapters of Chosen by the cursed Alpha king : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The pack felt it before they saw it. That quiet change in the air. That subtle straightening of spines. That instinctive hush that rippled through Red Moon like a held breath. Damon stepped into the pack square just as the sun climbed past the eastern trees. He wasn’t wearing armor. That alone caught their attention. Instead, he wore simple black trousers and a dark tunic, sleeves rolled up, exposing the faint scars along his forearms with marks of battle, of survival. His posture was straight, his movements unhurried. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Certain. I stood at the balcony above the square, Aria beside me. She gripped the railing, eyes wide. “He looks…” she whispered. “Like himself,” I finished softly. The warriors had already gathered, drawn by instinct more than summons. Guards from the borders. Trainers from the grounds. Omegas paused in their work. Mothers held their pups closer. Damon stopped at the center of the square. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t howl

The morning sun filtered through the garden in soft ribbons of gold, warming the stone paths beneath our feet. Eloise and I walked slowly, her fingers brushing the tops of the rosemary bushes as if she needed something steady to hold on to. The air smelled fresh with dew, earth, and the faint sweetness of new blooms.For a moment, it felt normal.Then Antonio strode past us.His steps were fast, purposeful, his jaw locked so tightly I could almost hear his teeth grind. His shoulders were squared like he was bracing for impact, and his scent, usually calm and grounded was sharp with tension.“Antonio,” I called.He stopped immediately, turning on his heel. The respect was instinctive; he always listened when I spoke. But his eyes were dark, troubled.“What’s wrong?” I asked, already feeling the unease coil in my stomach. “Where are you rushing to like the world is ending?”Eloise watched him closely too, her hand unconsciously drifting to the bond mark on her neck.Antonio hesitated fo

That night, sleep came to me wrapped in warmth. Damon and I lay naked beneath the duvet , limbs tangled, and skin pressed to skin as though we were afraid the world might pull us apart again if we left even a finger’s width between us. His arm was heavy around my waist, possessive and sure. My face was buried in the familiar place beneath his jaw, where his scent calmed my racing thoughts and reminded me over and over again that he was here, alive, and mine. His breathing evened out first. I listened to his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath my ear, until my own finally followed its rhythm. That was when the dream came. I was standing in the washroom. The place was unmistakable. It was the long stone room where the omegas washed laundry, where steam always clung to the walls and the scent of soap and clean water lingered in the air. Morning light filtered in through the narrow windows, pale and quiet. In the center of the room sat a large basin. I stepped closer, drawn by som

I first heard it in the corridor. Not the words themselves, those came later but the way voices stopped when I passed. The way eyes slid away too quickly. The way the air felt tight, like a breath held too long. At first, I told myself I was imagining it. But rumors have a scent. And that morning, the pack smelled of fear… and accusation. By midday, Aria could barely look me in the eye. “They’re saying things,” she finally blurted out while helping me adjust my cloak. Her fingers trembled. “Ugly things.” I didn’t ask what. My chest already knew. Still, when we stepped into the courtyard and I heard it as clear as daylight. I felt something in me crack. “They say her mother helped a witch.” “She’s the reason magic crawled into this pack.” “A betrayer gave birth to another betrayer.” I stopped. The words weren’t shouted. They were worse, whispered. Passed like rot from mouth to mouth. I turned slowly. A group of wolves stood near the well, some I recognized. Hunters. Mot

I woke up to the sound of movement quick, and purposeful.Damon was already out of bed, water still dripping from his hair as he pulled on his shirt with sharp efficiency. The room smelled faintly of soap and steam, the warmth of the night before still clinging to the sheets, and for one fragile moment I thought we might steal another quiet minute together.“Damon?” I murmured, pushing myself up on my elbows. “What’s going on?”He paused, just for a heartbeat. Long enough to look at me. Long enough for something unreadable to flicker across his face.Before he could answer, his phone rang.The sound sliced through the room like a blade.His jaw tightened as he answered it, turning away slightly. “Yes… I understand… I’ll be there.”That was all.He ended the call, already reaching for his boots.“Where are you going?” I asked softly, a familiar unease blooming in my chest.He crossed back to the bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead, gentle, lingering. “Pack business. I’ll explain late