บททั้งหมดของ Chosen by the cursed Alpha king : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

What Damon said gave me comfort.I needed comfort.And food was the only comfort this house had given me so far.I ignored him and reached for another piece of pork chop with my fingers, tearing it apart slowly, savoring the taste. Then the mashed potatoes. Then the warm bread. I took a deep breath, letting the flavors fill me, grounding me.For a few minutes, it felt like I could breathe.But then I felt it.His annoying presence, heavy, dark and tense. I almost forgot he was with me.Alpha Damon.He had walked in and sat as the shadows followed him, golden eyes sharp, jaw hard, shoulders broad enough to eclipse the doorway.I didn’t look at him,I didn’t stop eating. I didn’t even slow down.Let him watch me chew. I was done shrinking.He stopped at the opposite end of the table, staring.A long silence stretched between us.Then his voice slashed through it.“You don’t look like you’re starving now. Did Aria give you something in my absence?”I ignored that too. I reached for bread,

Aria’s hands trembled a little as she tied the final ribbon at the back of my dress. The blue gown flowed around me softly, not tight, but fitted enough that I felt… strange. Pretty, maybe. Vulnerable or even seen.“You look perfect,” Aria whispered.I didn’t believe her, but the warmth in her voice eased my nerves.The Elders’ Hall buzzed with music and murmurs when Damon arrived to escort me. He didn’t offer his arm. Of course he wouldn’t. But he nodded once, barely glancing at me.“Keep up,” he said.Typical.Aria stayed behind me as we walked, whispering soft instructions on how to move with the gown, how to breathe, how not to stare at the Elders directly unless spoken to. Damon walked ahead, Antonio at his right shoulder, tall and watchful.The hall opened wide with gold drapes, candle chandeliers, polished marble floors. Wolves in fine clothes. High officials. Council members. Warriors. Their eyes followed Damon first… then me.The shift in the air was sharp.“Is that the Luna?

Breakfast in bed felt like a dream.Warm bread. Sweet tea. Fresh berries. Aria had placed the tray on my lap like I was royalty, smiling as if she already knew the reason for my shaky hands and pink cheeks. I didn’t stay long in the bed afterward, because Damon’s scent clung to it, thick and heavy. Every breath I took reminded me of how close we’d been.And I was already blushing enough.So after finishing breakfast, I bathed slowly, letting the warm water wash away the dried sweat on my skin, the scent of heat, the embarrassment… and the memories that made my heart race all over again.When I finally stepped into the hallway, clean and dressed, the pack house was already busy. Warriors coming and going. Omegas carrying trays and laundry. Guards with scrolls. All moving with quiet purpose.But something was different.They could smell me.Each head that turned carried the same expression of surprise first, then understanding, and finally… respect. A deep, bowing respect, because they

The sound of voices woke me before sunrise.Deep, rough voices. Warriors preparing for battle. The clatter of armor, the stomping of boots, the sharp howl of a wolf calling others.I pushed myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes. The room felt colder than yesterday,like Damon’s departure had already stolen the warmth from the walls.He wasn’t there.A hollow ache sat in my chest.I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and walked to the balcony doors. From here, I could see the training yard below. Torches flickered in the early dawn light, casting long shadows across the ground. Warriors stood in rows, adjusting weapons and saddles.Horses huffed warm air into the frost.Wolves paced restlessly.The smell of tension filled the air.And then I saw him.Damon.Standing at the front of the warriors, cloak billowing in the cold wind, jaw set, shoulders rigid. He looked carved from stone. Unbreakable. But also worn like duty was grinding him down faster than he could recover.His wolf stirred b

I didn’t expect to wake up to knocking.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. Sunlight softened the curtains, and the room felt unusually quiet without Damon’s heavy presence at the door or his wolf stirring somewhere down the hall.Aria cracked the door open, her braid messy as if she had been rushing. “My lady… you’re needed.”“Needed?” I repeated, my voice still husky from sleep.“In the Luna’s office.”I blinked. “I have an office?”Aria gave me an amused nod. “A big one.”I stared blankly for a moment before my stomach twisted with sudden nerves.Damon was gone.Which meant… everything fell on me.I pulled on a simple green dress and tied my cloak around my waist, trying to calm my heartbeat. Aria led me down a long hallway I had never entered before.“Is this normally where the Luna handles pack matters?” I asked.“Yes,” Aria said. “Since the Alpha is away, all small disputes and decisions go to you.”I felt my palms grow sweaty.Me?Handling disputes?Talking to people? Making decisi