Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 117

EMILIA’S POV

“You’re evil,” spat, the words ripping out of me like claws. My voice cracked, raw and shaking, but I didn’t care. “Pure, twisted evil.”

The woman threw her head back and laughed-bright, delighted, like I’d just paid her the higbest compliment.

“Evil?” She wiped an imaginary tear from her eye. “No, darling. Smart.

1 was controlling them all, and not one of them ever suspected. The king. The queen. Maximus. Every single one of them. Puppets.”

Her smile stretched too wide, too sharp. “Isn’t that genius?”

I couldn’t breathe right. My lungs felt crushed.

She stepped closer, slow, savoring every second of my horror.

“That poor girl-” she purred. “So desperate to please him. So desperate to fix what was ‘wrong’ with her mate. She came crying to me, begging for help. And I gave it to her.”

Her fingers danced in the air, miming handing over a tiny vial.

“A special potion,” she sang. “Drink this, sweet girl. Give some to Maximus. It’ll calm the beast, I promise.”

She leaned in until her lips almost touched my ear.

“What she didn’t know was that it would rot her mind from the inside.

Day by day. Hour by hour. Until the voices got too loud…and the roof looked like the only quiet place left.”

My stomach lurched.

“She threw herself off the east building,” the woman whispered, gleeful.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image burned behind my lids anyway.

“And poor, poor Maximus,” she went on, voice dripping fake pity. “He found her body first. Thought he was the monster. Thought his mate killed herself because she couldn’t stand being tied to him. He screamed so hard that night the windows cracked.”

She clapped once, sharp. “Perfect.”

Bile rose in my throat. I swallowed it down, tasting acid.

“But I didn’t stop there,” she said, almost bouncing on her toes now.

“That would’ve been boring. So I let the beast loose. One tiny push and boom. He went wild. Completely feral. No one could stop him.”

She paused, grinning like she was admiring a masterpiece she created.

“And he destroyed an entire pack.”

Her eyes glittered with satisfaction.

“A job well done, if you ask me. One entire pack gone-another piece of my problem taken care of.”

The air left my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

She laughed again-the ugliest, coldest sound I had ever heard.

I couldn’t believe someone could be so heartless.

“So much blood,” she said dreamily. “So much chaos. It was beautiful.”

A chill ran down my spine, colder than the stone beneath me.

She laughed harder…but then suddenly stopped.

Her smile fell away.

Her eyes sharpened

“Oops,” she said softly. “I heard your parents died that night too.”

The world tilted.

Everything went white for a second, then red.

My parents.

The attack everyone whispered about. The one that shaped my whole life.

She did that.

She killed them.

My hands clenched so hard the ropes burned my wrists. Blood trickled warm down my fingers.

“No hard feelings,” she chirped, shrugging. “I just did what had to be done.”

My blood boiled

“So ruining people’s lives for your own selfish gain is what ‘had to be done’?”

She slammed her hand into the stone beside me.

The sound shot through the place like thunder, making me flinch.

“Yes!” she screamed. “The moon goddess thought she was all high and mighty. Thought she could imprison me, silence me, erase me

Her eyes blazed with pure hatred.

“But guess what?” she hissed. “Guess who’s playing with all her precious creations now?”

Her lips curled into a victorious smile.

“Me.”

I tried the ropes again, twisting my wrists, pulling until my skin burned

-but they were tied too tight.

Panic clawed up my throat.

reached for my wolf, desperate for any strength, any spark of power I could use.

Nothing.

But then-

A quiet hum.

Weak. Distant. Like someone calling me from the other side of a thick wall.

Something was blocking her.

Shit.

Anger, hot and sharp, burned through my chest.

I forced myself to look her directly in the eyes.

“You’re mad at the moon goddess,” I said slowly. “Why don’t you take out your anger on her? Why destroy us?”

The woman threw her head back and laughed.

A loud, crazed laugh.

“Oh, sweet Emilia,” she said, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes.

“What’s better than hurting a goddess directly? Hitting her where it hurts most.”

Her voice dropped into a whisper dripping with poison.

“Watching her own creations tear each other apart while I pull the strings.”

She smirked.

“Especially her direct descendants. The royal family. Her precious bloodline.”

I felt sick.

She leaned in until we were eye to eye.

“I’m not just winning, Emilia. I’m making her watch.”

“So you’ve been behind every single thing,” I whispered. “Playing savior while you poisoned us all.”

“Exactly!” she said brightly, twirling Like a child showing off a new dress. “I was their trusted witch. Their guiding light. Their hero.”

Her smile turned sharp again.

“And I fooled them all.”

She stepped closer, leaning down until her face hovered inches from mine.

“But I’m not done, Emilia.”

A cold shiver shot through me.

Her eyes darkened, filled with a hunger that made the room colder.

“There’s one more thing I must do before I’m satisfied.”

Dread flooded me, thick and black, drowning every other feeling.

“What?” I forced out. My throat felt lined with sand.

“What more could

you possibly want?”

She straightened slowly.

Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

Her smile returned-slow, terrible, full of sharp teeth.

“You’ll see,” she whispered.