Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 123

Maximus’s POV

The moment my roar…ENOUGH! shattered through the battlefield, the entire world froze.

Claws stopped mid-strike. Teeth stopped mid-lunge.Wolves halted with their jaws inches from each other’s throats.

The air itself seemed to stop breathing.

Several eyes turned toward me.

Warriors. Alphas. Rogues. My people.

The night fell silent in a way that made the hair on my back rise.

Emilia climbed down from my back, her movements stiff from exhaustion, and fury. Soraya slipped from her grip and collapsed onto the dirt like a useless rag. Emilia shoved her down harder with a single push of her foot.

Lucien’s wolf pushed forward through the ranks, eyes blazing.

‘Your Majesty… what are you doing? he asked through the link, breathless, bloody, desperate.

I shifted, bones snapping, fur sinking back into my skin until I stood on two feet-naked, bruised, covered in dirt and blood. But I stood tall.

Unshaken.

Unbroken.

“Ending this,” I said, loud enough for the entire battlefield to hear. “The war is over.”

Everyone looked at me wondering what I was doing.

Emilia stepped beside Soraya, her chest rising and falling hard. Her eyes-my mate’s fierce, beautiful eyes-glowed with a dangerous fire.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Soraya by the hair and yanked her upright.

Soraya screamed weakly, her voice thin and trembling. She could barely stand.

Good.

Let her feel something close to the pain she brought into our lives.

I raised my voice to the crowd, letting the authority of a king coat every word

“Listen, all of you!”

Wolves stood still as statues, waiting.

My voice echoed across the battlefield-clear, sharp, burning with truth.

“We have all been misled. All of us…rogues, pack wolves, warriors-every single one of us. We were used. Manipulated. Controlled.”

I pointed at Soraya.

“By this witch.

Rage rippled through the crowd. Wolves growled, teeth bared, bodies shaking with fury they didn’t know where to place.

Emilia tightened her grip on Soraya’s hair, dragging her forward so everyone could see her bruised, broken face.

Emilia’s voice cut through the air-sharp and steady.

“As crazy as this sounds, listen well,” she said. “This woman wanted to destroy our entire race. Wipe out our existence. Because of her bitterness and hatred, she held a grudge against the Moon Goddess.

And she decided to take it out on us.”

Soraya spat weakly, her voice hoarse. “You all should have died today.

All of you! Every last one of you-”

Emilia yanked her hair so hard Soraya choked on her own words.

Then she tooked at the crowd again.

“First,” Emilia said, voice rising, “she cursed the king.”

Shock spread through the wolves like a cold wind.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

She had been behind everything.

Every sleepless night. Every battle inside my own head. Every moment I thought I was a monster.

Someone I trusted. Someone my parents trusted.

Emilia continued, shifting Soraya’s head so the battlefield could see her clearly.

“She is the reason his beast lost control,” she said. “She is the reason he lived in fear of himself.”

A low, furious snarl rose from the alphas.

Lucien shifted beside me, bones cracking as he took human form. His chest heaved, fury burning through his eyes.

Emilia wasn’t done.

“She also gave the king a fake mate,” she said, voice breaking with disgust. “A false mate bond.”A snarl ripped from one of the wolves.

“She did it to confuse him,” Emilia said. “To weaken him. To keep him from finding what the Goddess destined for him.”

I stared at her, stunned

Her eyes met mine-soft, sad, honest.

“Yes,” she whispered to me. “She killed the woman you thought was your first mate.”

The world tilted for a moment.

Alessia’s death was Soraya’s doing? How did that even happen?

Emilia turned back to the wolves.

“There are more crimes,” she said, voice sharp. “More lies. More pain she caused. She twisted our fate. She played us against each other.” Her voice hardened. “Rogues or not… we need to remember that we are one.”

The rogues growled at her words-but with confusion, not anger. Their eyes darted between me, Emilia, and each other, unsure of what to believe.

My voice rose, deep and commanding.

“The war is over!”

Howls erupted everywhere-relief, joy, exhaustion, disbelief.

Lucien stepped forward, his shoulders square.

Through the link, I spoke:

“Lucien. You know what to do.”

He bowed deeply, and every warrior followed, one by one, lowering themselves in respect. Rogues bowed too, some trembling, some crying openly.

Peace.

Real peace.

For the first time in years…it finally felt possible.

I turned away from the battlefield, keeping Emilia’s hand in mine. We walked toward the palace together-two rulers, two survivors, two souls who had been broken and remade in fire.

Behind us, warriors began gathering the rogues, separating theinjured, assigning guards, forming temporary holding groups. No one was celebrating yet. Everyone was too exhausted, too shaken, too unsure.

But there was hope.

A thin, bright thread of hope weaving through the wreckage.

When we reached the palace steps, I pulled Emilia to me.

Her eyes widened just a little. I cupped her face in my hands.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice rough. “I love you so fucking much.”

Her breath caught.

Then she smiled-small, soft, real.

“I love you too.”

I didn’t wait another second, I kissed her deeply..like I was claiming my Life back. Like the world had been ending and she was the only reason it hadn’t. Like I needed her, and she needed me, and nothing in the universe could pull us apart again.

The future ahead of us was uncertain.

But right here, right now

We were alive.

We were together.

And we were ready to rebuild everything that had been broken.

I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers.

“Come,” I murmured. “Let’s go home.”