Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 150

DAMIEN’S POV

I felt her hand on my arm before I even saw her face.

Scarlett. Of course it had to be Scarlett tonight-tall, blonde, red dress screaming for attention. Her fingers curled around my sleeve like she had any right to touch me.

I pulled away fast, stepping back just enough to break the contact. My skin crawled where she’d been. The only touch I ever wanted was Rose’s. Soft, warm, real.

Where was Rose?

I turned, scanning the room for her midnight-blue gown, for those dark curls | loved burying my face in. She’d been right there a minute ago, standing near the bar with that shy little smile she gave when she was nervous. I’d been looking at her every few seconds, making sure she was okay in this crowd of room filled with vultures.

But now… nothing. The spot was empty.

My brows pulled together. Confusion hit first, then a sharp twist in my gut.

I lifted a hand and beckoned one of my men over-Jace, head of security tonight. He was at my side in seconds.

“Where’s my fiancée?” I asked, voice low.He glanced around quickly, then back at me. “She went home, sir.”

Home?

The word didn’t make sense. “What do you mean home?

Why the hell would she leave without telling me? Is she sick?”

Jace shook his head. “She didn’t say, sir. Just asked the driver to take her.”

I stared at him, trying to process it. Rose didn’t do things Like this. She was quiet, thoughtful, never one to make a scene or disappear without a word. Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

I needed to go to her. Now.

The event could burn for all I cared. These people, this hotel, the handshakes and fake smiles-none of it mattered when my mate was upset

I turned to Marco, my assistant, who was already hovering nearby, “Take over. Handle the guests. I’m leaving.”

Marco opened his mouth like he wanted to argue-probably remind me about the investors waiting to talk-but one look from me shut him up fast. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I was already moving toward the exit when a flash of red stepped right in my path.Scarlett again.

She smiled up at me, all teeth and perfume. “Damien, honey,” she purred, tilting her head. “Let’s catch up later, what do you think?”

I didn’t even slow down. I lifted my left hand, showing her the thick silver band Rose and I had exchanged months ago-the promise ring. Simple, strong, meaningfut.

“I’m taken,” I said, voice flat and final.

I’d proposed to Rose the proper way weeks after we mated, down on one knee in our bedroom with roses and liljes everywhere. She’d cried and said yes, but she asked for time. Time to adjust to everything-the bond, the new life, the world I came from. So we started with the promise ring instead of a full mating ceremony. I’d wait forever if that’s what she needed.

Scarlett opened her mouth to say something else-probably some flirty bullshit-but I didn’t hear it. I walked right past her, shoulders brushing people aside as I made my way out.

The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside. My driver was already pulling the car around. I slid into the back seat and gave the only order that mattered.

“Home. Fast.”

The drive to the house in the human town felt endless. My fingers drummed against my thigh, my wolf pacing insideme, restless and angry that our mate was hurting and we weren’t there yet.

The second the car stopped, I was out. I didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. I took the front steps two at a time, pushed through the door, and called her name.

“Rose?”

Nothing.

The house was quiet.

“Rose, baby?”

Still no answer. My heart started pounding harder.

I took the stairs fast, heading straight for our bedroom.

The door was cracked open, soft light spilling out.

Her cheeks went pink. “Let me go.”

“No.” I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You don’t know how much it turns me on when I know you’re jealous.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

My other hand moved down her body, slow and deliberate, until my fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt she was wearing. I found the edge of her panties Simple cotton, soft-and teased over the front, feeling the heat already building there.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” I whispered, pressing harder, rubbing slow circles through the fabric. ” You’re the only woman I see. The only one I want. The only one I love.”

She whimpered, hips shifting toward my hand without meaning to.

I pushed forward, letting her feel how hard I already was, my cock straining against my pants, pressing into the curve of her ass.

“You feel that?” I growled against her neck. Only you do this to me. Only you can make me hard in seconds just by breathing.”Her hands came up to grip my forearms, nails digging in as I rubbed faster.

“Damien…” she breathed, voice trembling.

I slid one hand up under the shirt, cupping her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple until it peaked hard and tight.

“You’re mine,” I said roughly, pinching lightly. “As much as I’m yours. Do you need me reminding you?”

She moaned, head falling back against my shoulder.

I nipped her earlobe. “Tell me. Do you need me to remind you?”

She nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

“Use words, baby.”

“Yes,” she whispered, then louder, “Yes, Damien. Remind me l’m yours,”

My wolf growled in approval.

And me…l was going to make damn sure she never doubted it again.