All Chapters of Chosen by the cursed Alpha king : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

133 Chapters

Unwanted bonds

Cory remained in Red Moon.Not as a prisoner. Not as a guest, but Something in between.Damon had assigned him one of the eastern guest chambers which was heavily guarded but comfortably furnished. Two sentries stood outside at all hours. No one entered without permission. No one lingered near his door without purpose.“Maximum security,” Antonio had called it.“Maximum caution,” Damon corrected.He never said it aloud, but I knew why.Cory was the late Alpha of Iron Crest’s brother.The same Alpha who had once called Damon ally.The same Alpha whose final letter still rested in Damon’s study drawer.Damon honored that connection. Cory did not.He barely left his assigned chamber.When he did, it was only to step briefly into the inner courtyard under watchful eyes, his movements stiff but proud. The bruises from interrogation had faded, but the distance in his expression had not.He walked like a man who had lost something permanent.And refused to forgive anyone for it.He never bow

Authority tested

News from Iron Crest Pack did not arrive gently.It came in fragments.In whispers carried by traders. In coded messages intercepted along neutral borders.In reports from traveling wolves who had witnessed smoke rising again from Iron Crest territory.The civil war had not died with their Alpha.It had deepened.Loyal soldiers of the late Alpha refused to bow to the emerging faction. They fortified villages. They guarded old banners. They spoke his name like a vow.And somewhere in that fractured land, his brother now lived under Red Moon’s roof.Cory.The unrest outside our borders stirred unrest within them.The elders were not pleased, so Damon was summoned before noon.The council chamber felt colder than usual when I accompanied him to the door. The elders sat in their semicircle of carved oak seats, expressions carved from stone just as hard.They did not ask for me. They asked for their Alpha.Damon squeezed my hand once before stepping inside alone.The doors closed behind hi

A crown reclaimed

Red moon had peace The courtyard was quiet that evening.The sky stretched wide and bruised with twilight, streaks of amber fading into deep blue. A cool wind moved through the stone arches, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers.Eloise and I walked slowly along the curved path, my hand resting lightly against the small swell of my abdomen. She kept her pace measured for me, though I could tell her thoughts were elsewhere.That was when I saw him.Cory sat alone on one of the stone benches near the fountain.Elbows on his knees. Head tilted back.Eyes fixed on the sky as if searching for something beyond it.He hadn’t touched the tray beside him.The food Aria had brought still sat untouched, steam long gone.There was something different about him tonight.Not pride. Not anger. Something heavier.Eloise followed my gaze.“You want to speak to him,” she said quietly.I nodded.She gave me a small, understanding look.“I’ll leave you,” she murmured, bowing her head slightly bef

Before the sun

The D-day arrived faster than any of us were prepared for.The sky was still ink-dark when the first horns sounded across Red Moon territory. Torches burned along the courtyard walls, their flames bending in the early morning wind. Armor clinked. Boots struck stone. Low murmurs of warriors greeting one another filled the air.From the grand staircase of the packhouse entrance, I watched them gather.Rows upon rows of Red Moon warriors.Disciplined, armed, and ready. The red insignia stitched across their chests caught the torchlight like embers.At the center of it all stood Cory.No longer the broken man staring at the sky.No longer the displaced brother confined to a guarded room.He wore fitted armor now,dark steel with subtle crimson accents Damon had ordered prepared for him. A sword hung at his hip. Another blade rested across his back.Antonio stood before him, handing him a final weapon , a short iron dagger.“For close quarters,” Antonio said evenly.Cory took it with a nod

The quiet between heartbeats

The pack was peaceful.Too peaceful.The kind of calm that pressed against the ears and made every distant sound feel exaggerated. No clashing armor. No commanding voices in the courtyard. No steady patrol rotations shifting at dawn and dusk with military precision.Red Moon breathed. But it breathed differently.From the balcony outside my chambers, I watched the empty training grounds below. A few younger wolves sparred lightly under supervision, but the intensity was gone. The seasoned warriors had marched out before sunrise two days ago.And with them, our mates, our anchors, our certainty.The wind carried only birdsong now, not the metallic scent of readiness.I rested a hand over my stomach.The bond between Damon and me felt stretched thin by distance, but not weakened. I could sense him focused, alive, and resolute.Still, absence is loud.********Eloise joined me first that morning.She didn’t announce herself. She simply leaned against the balcony rail, staring outward.“H

Victory and claim

I kept track of the days, and noticed that a week passed.Seven long, stretching days. Yet no word, no messenger, no falcon bearing a sealed letter.Red Moon remained standing, functioning, and breathing , but tension crept like fog through its halls. Patrols doubled. The elders whispered more frequently. Even the pups sensed something was off, their games quieter, their laughter less wild.I felt it too. Restlessness.An ache beneath my ribs that had nothing to do with pregnancy.But I refused to let anxiety consume me.Stress would not serve the life inside me.So I kept busy.Reviewed reports, met with captains, sat with omegas, listened to concerns, smiled when necessary, and breathed when alone.Each night, I stepped onto the balcony and searched the horizon.Each night, I whispered a prayer for the moon goddess to bring him back.**********It was near sunset on the seventh day.I was seated at the long dining table, forcing myself to eat despite the knot in my stomach. Bacon. E

A seat at the table

The morning after victory felt different.Not loud, not frantic, but full.For the first time in what felt like months, the breakfast hall was alive with warmth rather than tension. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, spilling gold across the long polished table.And every seat was occupied.Damon sat at the head, relaxed in a way only peace could allow. Antonio to his right. Cory across from him. Eloise beside Antonio.And Aria? Aria sat among us.Not at the far end. Not rising every few minutes to refill cups or collect plates.Not dressed in the muted fabrics of a working omega.She wore deep blue that morning , the color rich against her skin. Her hair was styled simply but elegantly, no longer tied back for labor. A subtle Iron Crest insignia rested at her shoulder.She sat straight, composed, and radiant.Golden plates gleamed before her, identical to those set before the rest of us.The transformation was undeniable. She was no longer simply Aria of Red Moon.She

The quiet goodbye

The Quiet Goodbye The night air was warm, carrying faint laughter from the courtyard below. Through the open balcony doors, I could hear the men , Damon, Cory, and Antonio , their voices relaxed, threaded with the occasional burst of laughter. The sharp scent of wine drifted upward, mixed with the earthy smell of night grass. Victory still lingered in the air. Celebration still hummed softly beneath the packhouse roof. Inside my chamber, candles flickered gently as Aria helped me loosen the laces of my dress. She had always done this for me. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. But tonight, her hands were slower and quieter. “You’ve barely spoken,” I said lightly, trying to lift the mood. “Did Cory exhaust you already with tales of battle?” A faint smile touched her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “He does like to relive every detail,” she admitted softly. I turned slightly to face her as she folded my dress carefully and set it aside. “I’m happy for you

Ripening seasons

The months passed not with thunder, but with ripening.Summer deepened over Red Moon, turning the fields golden and the nights warm and slow. Life no longer felt fragile. It felt steady, predictable, and almost gentle.True to her word, Aria never forgot.Messengers from Iron Crest arrived at least twice a month , sometimes more, bearing woven baskets heavy with fruit, jars of honey sealed in wax, and clay bottles of fresh milk wrapped carefully in cloth.The first time it happened, I had cried.The second time, I laughed. By the fifth, it had become tradition.“She’s spoiling you,” Damon had muttered once as he inspected a particularly extravagant basket overflowing with figs and pomegranates.“She’s nourishing your heir,”I corrected, already reaching for a peach.Now, my pregnancy was impossible to ignore.My belly had grown round and proud, stretching beneath flowing dresses. My steps were slower, and my appetite was relentless.I ate at dawn, i ate at noon, and ate before bed.And

The garden of mothers

There is a different kind of strength in women who carry life.I saw it clearly that afternoon as I stood in the garden watching them arrive one by one with hands resting on rounded bellies, babies balanced on hips, laughter already floating through the warm air.This tea gathering had become a tradition.The first time I organized it, I had been pregnant with my first child , scared, nervous, unsure, overwhelmed by everything my body was becoming. I had needed guidance. Needed community. Needed to know I was not alone.So I created one.Now, carrying life again, I decided it would no longer be occasional.It would be a norm.Low tables had been arranged beneath the flowering trees. Cushions were placed carefully on the grass. Porcelain teacups gleamed beside plates of fruit, warm bread, and honey cakes. The air smelled of chamomile and mint.Pregnant women, nursing mothers, and young wives who hoped to conceive soon. All gathered together.And this time, Eloise sat among them.I watc

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