All Chapters of Chosen by the cursed Alpha king : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Fractures in the redmoon pack

The morning sun spilled weakly through the clouds, casting long, pale streaks over the Red Moon Pack’s grounds. From my chamber, I could already hear whispers spreading like wildfire across the pack house. Wolves gathered in small clusters, their voices sharp with anxiety and suspicion. I pressed my palms to my belly, feeling a flutter of unease. It wasn’t just the morning light, it was the tension, thick enough to make the air itself feel heavy.Since the attack, the borders had been tense. The messenger from the eastern border, the dead patrol guard, the mysterious hooded figure Aria had sensed, it had all left a scar that even Damon’s presence couldn’t fully erase. But today, the ripples of fear had begun to fracture something deeper: the pack itself.I left my chamber with careful steps, the soft click of my slippers against the stone floor muted under the undercurrent of murmurs. Even before I reached the main hall, I could feel it, the subtle division among the wolves, the way t

Powers price

I had always known that the pups were curious. innocent, eager, and always hungry for wonder. But nothing could have prepared me for the gleeful chaos that greeted Eloise and me as we stepped into the Red Moon Pack’s school. Little noses sniffed excitedly, tails wagged uncontrollably, and voices squealed in delight the moment they spotted me.“Luna Lena! Show us magic! Please!” one tiny omega pup begged, bouncing on her toes.I chuckled softly, ruffling her hair. “You know I don’t use my powers like a toy,” I warned. Eloise squeezed my hand, giving me a reassuring look.“But Luna,” another pup chimed in, eyes wide and earnest, “just one trick! We promise we’ll behave!”The pleading was irresistible. I sighed, letting a small smile play on my lips. “Fine,” I said, “but only something small. Something harmless.”The classroom fell silent, every pup craning their necks to watch. I scanned the room and spotted a desk at the front, sturdy but plain. “Okay,” I said softly, “watch closely.”

The line that was drawn

By noon, the whispers had teeth.What began as a frightened retelling inside the schoolhouse had spread through the pack like wildfire through dry grass.“The Luna lost control.”“A pup was struck.”“Her magic is unstable.”“What if next time she doesn’t stop it?”“I felt it before anyone said it to my face.”The way conversations softened when I passed. The way eyes followed me not with warmth, but calculation.The subtle shift in scent across the grounds filled with anxiety, distrust, unease.The pack was already fragile.bAnd I had just given fear a face.Eloise stayed beside me most of the morning, deflecting curious wolves and offering tight smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. She had gone back to check on the pup twice. Each time she returned, she reassured me.“He’s fine,” she insisted. “Running around. Bragging that the Luna touched him with magic.”But reassurance didn’t quiet the tremor inside me.By mid-afternoon, the summons came.Not for me. For Damon.A young warrior appro

Second heat

Night had settled quietly over the pack house, the halls dim and still, the distant sounds of patrol shifts changing barely audible beyond the windows. I felt it before I understood it. A slow warmth low in my belly. A heaviness in my limbs. A subtle ache that wasn’t pain but hunger. I was sitting at the edge of the bed, brushing out my hair, when the sensation sharpened. My breath hitched softly. The air felt thicker somehow. My skin more sensitive. Even the fabric of my nightgown against my thighs felt like friction. Heat. Not sudden. Not violent. But unmistakable. My fingers stilled in my hair. “Oh no,” I whispered. From the bathroom, I could hear the steady rhythm of water hitting tile. Damon was bathing, unaware at least for the moment. I stood slowly. The warmth intensified. It rolled through me in waves now, pooling low, making my knees feel weak. My pulse quickened, and I pressed a hand against the cool stone wall to steady myself. And then, The scent shifted. It h

The snare in the trees

The seer’s hut always left me unsettled.Not because she frightened me , but because she never wasted words. Every visit felt like stepping closer to something inevitable. Something watching.The sun had already dipped low when I stepped off the narrow path that led from her clearing back toward the main pack grounds. The forest here was familiar with tall ash trees, thick underbrush, moss clinging to stone, but today the wind moved differently.Too quiet.Even the birds had stilled.I adjusted the shawl around my shoulders and inhaled slowly.Pine.Damp earth.Distant smoke from the pack kitchens. And something else.Faint, metallic and wrong.I paused mid-step.The seer’s final words echoed in my mind: “Not every bond brings blessing.”A chill crawled along my spine. I turned slowly, scanning the tree line.Nothing.No movement and no sound, but my wolf stirred uneasily.I resumed walking slower now.One step.Two.The scent grew stronger. Iron and smoke.Before I could react, a s

Chains and bonds

By noon, the entire Red Moon Pack knew.I had been ambushed.The whispers that had once questioned my control now carried a different tone of fear, anger, relief. Omegas arrived outside my office with woven baskets filled with apples, figs, dried meat, and honey cakes. Some knocked timidly, others came boldly just to see me with their own eyes.To make sure I was whole. To make sure I was still standing.“I heard he dragged you into the trees.”“I heard Alpha nearly killed him.”“I heard he’s locked in the lower dungeon.”Relief rippled through the pack like a collective exhale.The rogue had been caught.Contained and Chained.And yet something about it didn’t feel finished.Damon had been pulled into meetings all morning , border reinforcements, patrol restructuring, interrogations with the guards who had failed to detect the intrusion. He wanted to see the rogue himself, I knew that. But duty chained him elsewhere.So I went instead. Eloise insisted on coming. Aria didn’t ask.She

Revelations at dusk

Night had settled thick and heavy over Red Moon by the time Damon finally returned to our chambers.The moon hung high and pale outside the windows, casting silver light across the stone floor. I had been pacing for nearly an hour, replaying every second of the dungeon visit in my mind , the chains, the laugh, Aria’s trembling hands.The door opened quietly.Damon stepped in, exhaustion lining his face, tension still coiled in his shoulders. The scent of steel and patrol fires clung to him.The moment his eyes found mine, he knew something was wrong.“You went to see him,” he said.It wasn’t a question.I nodded.He crossed the room in long strides. “Alone?”“Eloise and Aria were with me.”His jaw tightened slightly, but he let it pass. “Tell me.”I drew in a steadying breath.“He isn’t rogue.”Damon’s brows furrowed.“He smells like iron and smoke,” I continued. “Not wild. Not severed. He is controlled and disciplined.”Damon’s expression sharpened.“I recognized it,” I said quietly.

Blood and truth

Morning came too quickly.When I rolled over, the other side of the bed was cold.Untouched.Damon hadn’t come back.For a moment I simply stared at the empty space beside me, unease settling deep in my chest. I didn’t need the bond to tell me where he had been.The dungeon.I closed my eyes briefly before forcing myself up. A hot shower did little to wash away the heaviness clinging to me. By the time I dressed and braided my hair, I had already prepared myself for what I might find.The dining hall was unusually quiet.Aria and Eloise sat at the long table, speaking in hushed tones. The moment I entered, they fell silent.Too silent. I didn’t ask.I simply sat.A servant placed a bowl before me. Lamb soup.The scent should have been comforting, but It wasn’t.Aria rose automatically to serve me, her movements mechanical. As she leaned forward, I saw it clearly , her eyes swollen, rimmed red. She blinked too quickly.“Aria,” I said gently.She inhaled sharply, steadying herself. It w

New life

The dungeon air clung to us even after we left it behind.I kept one arm wrapped around Aria as we walked down the corridor, her quiet sobs softening into uneven breaths. Eloise followed close behind, silent but steady.“It doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it,” I murmured gently. “The bond doesn’t disappear just because he resists it.”“He looked at me like I was a burden,” Aria whispered.“He’s grieving,” I said. “Angry. Lost. That kind of pain twists everything.”She wiped her cheeks again, trying to steady herself. “I don’t want to feel this much for someone who doesn’t want me.”“You won’t always feel this raw,” I promised.But even as I said it, a strange wave rolled through me.A heaviness.Subtle at first, then stronger.The corridor lights seemed brighter suddenly. My hearing dulled slightly, like I was underwater.I slowed.Aria noticed immediately. “Luna Lena?”“I’m fine,” I said automatically.But my legs felt… weak. The floor tilted slightly beneath me.Aria turned fully towar

Fragile joy

Pregnancy had never felt like this before.From the very first week after the doctor’s confirmation, I knew something was different.Stronger.The fatigue wasn’t simple tiredness, it was heavy, consuming, like my body was channeling something vast. My senses sharpened painfully. Scents overwhelmed me. Sounds grated against my nerves. Some mornings I woke with a pulse of power beneath my skin, as if my magic and the life inside me were learning each other.The doctor called it “heightened vitality.”Damon called it “a reason to panic.”He had become unbearable In the most devoted way possible.I wasn’t allowed to walk the outer gardens alone. I wasn’t allowed to attend late meetings. I wasn’t even allowed to stand too long without him appearing at my side.“Sit,” he would command gently.“I’m not fragile,” I would protest.“You fainted.”“Once.”“You’re carrying my child.”“As I have before.”“This one feels different.”On that, he was right. Even he sensed it.The bond between us puls

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