บททั้งหมดของ Chosen by the cursed Alpha king : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

They don’t drag much me this time. That is the first thing I notice.After the battle,after Damon nearly tore himself apart and collapsed bleeding on the stone,the rogues move fast. Too fast. But instead of yanking me by the arms, the rogue leader himself grips my wrist and pulls me away from the chaos.“Leave her,” he snaps at the others. “I’ll handle this.”I stumble after him, legs shaking, heart still pounding from the sight of Damon lying broken on the ground. My chest feels hollow. Every step away from him feels wrong, like I’m tearing something vital out of my own body.“Damon…” I whisper.The bond is faint. Weak. But still there.Still alive.The rogue leader leads me through a narrow path between two stone walls, away from the noise of fighting, away from torches and screams. The air grows colder, quieter. The sounds of battle fade until there’s nothing left but the wind and my own uneven breathing.We stop in a small clearing tucked between jagged rocks. Moonlight spills dow

They lock the Healing Chamber from the outside.Not because Damon is dangerous.But because they are afraid.The heavy stone doors close with a dull thud that echoes through my chest. The sound feels final, like a sentence passed. I flinch even though I know it is meant to protect him, to protect all of us.The chamber smells of herbs, warm stone, and blood.Damon lies at the center of it all.He is wrapped in layers of cloth soaked in healing salves, his body bare from the waist up, scars and wounds exposed under the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. His chest rises and falls unevenly. Sometimes his wolf flickers beneath his skin, muscles tightening, bones shifting slightly before settling again.He is still stuck.Not wolf. Not man.But Something in between.I sit beside him on the low bed, my back against the stone wall, my fingers wrapped tightly around his hand. His skin is burning hot again, feverish, but when I lean closer,when my thigh presses against his, when my shoulder brush

I feel it before I see it. The bond shifts.Not warm, not comforting. But alert and sharp I jolt awake, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a terrifying second, I think something is wrong,that Damon is slipping again,but then I feel it clearly.Awake.I lift my head slowly. Damon’s eyes are open.Golden. Clear. Focused.My breath catches painfully in my throat.“You’re awake,” I whisper, afraid that if I speak louder, he’ll disappear again.He doesn’t answer.He just looks at me.Not soft.Not confused but cold.My heart sinks.I push myself up on one elbow, ignoring the ache in my body, the heaviness in my limbs.“How do you feel?” I ask carefully. “The healer said….”“You ran.”The words are flat and accusing.They hit harder than a slap.“I…” I swallow. “Damon, please”“You ran,” he repeats, his jaw tightening as he shifts upright. The movement is stiff, controlled. He is stable now,too stable. Like a wall snapping back into place.“You left the pack,” he continues. “Left me. Whi

The pack house has never felt this alive.From the moment I open my eyes, I hear it,the rush of footsteps in the hallways, excited voices, doors opening and closing, laughter mixing with sharp commands. The air hums with anticipation.Today, it truly sinks in.I am becoming Luna.A soft knock sounds at my door before it bursts open without waiting for my answer.Aria practically skips into the room.“Luna Lena!” she squeals, arms full of fabric, nearly tripping over herself as she rushes to the bed. “You are not ready for this!”She drops everything in a dramatic heap.Silk. Lace. Flowing gowns in shades of moon-white, silver, deep crimson, and soft blue spill across my bed.My mouth falls open.“Aria…” I breathe. “These are?….” “For you!” she beams. “For the crowning!”She grabs one dress and holds it up against me, eyes sparkling.“Can you believe it? Our Luna!” She spins in a little circle. “The pack house is buzzing. Everyone’s working. The elders are already arguing about seati

Night settles gently over the pack house. The noise of the ceremony fades into distant echoes as Damon and I retreat to our chamber. The heavy doors close behind us, shutting out the world, the whispers, the stares, the expectations. For the first time since the crowning, I can breathe. The room is dim, lit only by moonlight spilling through the tall windows. The scent of Damon surrounds me,strong, grounding, unmistakable. It still makes my heart stumble. Damon loosens the collar of his shirt and turns to face me. “You were quiet after the ceremony,” he says. His voice is low, careful. “What happened between you and your aunt?” I stiffen. I had known he would ask. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I say quickly, turning away to unfasten my jewelry. My fingers tremble slightly as I remove the heavy gold necklace Aria had placed around my neck. Silence stretches. I feel his gaze on my back, steady and unyielding. “You don’t have to protect her,” Damon says at last. “Or yourself