Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 152

ADELE’S POV

The world came back to me in fragments-coolness lapping at my skin, strong arms wrapped around my waist Like a lifeline, and the faint scent of soap mixed with something deeper, more primal.

Him.

I felt like I was floating, submerged in water that soothed the fire raging inside me. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and disoriented, and it took a second for everything to click into place.

– I was in a bathtub. A massive one, filled with cold water that sloshed gently around us. My back was pressed against a hard, warm chest-Lucien’s chest. His breath was steady against my ear, but his grip was firm, unyielding. Panic shot through me like a spark, cutting through the haze.

What the hell was going on?

The last thing i remembered was collapsing in Emilia’s arms, the heat consuming me from the inside out.

I shifted, trying to pull away, but his arms tightened, holding me in place. “Stay,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. “You’re burning up, Adele. This is the only way to cool you down right now.

Just..stay.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, but not from the cold water. No, this was something else…something that made my body hum with awareness. I could feel every inch of him against me, the heat of his skin contrasting with the chill of the bath. And oh goddess, we were both naked. The realization hit me like a slap, making my cheeks burn even hotter.

“Let me go,”I said, my voice coming out weaker than I intended. It was barely a whisper, laced with the exhaustion still clinging to me. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let him think I needed him like this, not when he was the reason I’d spiraled into this mess. If he’d just touched me, marked me, claimed me like he was supposed to… none of this would have happened. My heat wouldn’t have crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me vulnerable and aching.

I twisted in his hold, trying to break free, but he didn’t budge.

Instead, he turned me gently but firmly, maneuvering me until I was facing him. My legs parted instinctively to straddle his lap, the water splashing around us as I settled against him. Our bodies aligned perfectly.

My breasts pressed against his chest, my hard nipples grazing his skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. And lower… oh, lower, I felt him. Hard and thick, nestled right against my folds, the contact making me gasp despite myself.I looked up, meeting his eyes, and my breath caught.

Lucien’s face was a storm—his jaw clenched tight, eyes dark and stormy, like he was teetering on the edge of control. Beads of water clung to his lashes, dripping down his chiseled features. He looked like a man hanging by a thread, one wrong move away from snapping. And damn it, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. But I couldn’t let myself think that. Not now.

We were so close, our lips almost brushing. The air between us crackled with tension, thick and heavy. told myself I didn’t want this-didn’t want him touching me after everything. After the rejection, the waiting, the pain.

But my body? My body was a traitor. It arched toward him without permission, craving the friction, the heat of him.

When he whispered my name…”Adele”

“…in that deep, sexy

It was like months of pent-up frustration were finally bubbling over. Every ignored glance, every night alone, every unanswered ache-it all fueled this fire between us.

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, that sweet scent that was uniquely him. His hand guided my waist, urging me to rub faster, harder. The water sloshed around us, cool against our heated skin, but it did nothing to quench the inferno building inside me.

“Let me go, you asshole,” I groaned, even as | arched my back, offering my nipples to him again. My hand dragged through his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him hiss in pleasure.

He responded by taking my other nipple into his mouth, sucking. with renewed fervor. The contrast of his warm tongue and the cold water made me dizzy. I ground down-harder, feeling his cock twitch against my folds, slick and ready. But still, that anger simmered beneath the desire. ” I hate you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I fucking hate you…”

His eyes met mine for a split second, dark and intense, before he surged up to capture my lips again. The kiss was hard, bruising, full of all the words we hadn’t said. His tongue tangled with mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip, drawing a gasp from me. Our bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin in the water. My nipples rubbed against his chest with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

He broke the kiss first, both of us breathing hard, our lips still so close I could feel his exhale on my skin. We stared at each other, the intensity of it all hanging in the air like electricity. His hands stilled on my hips, but he didn’t let go. There was something vulnerable in his eyes now, mixed with the raw hunger—a sweetness that pierced through my anger.

I leaned in, my forehead resting against his for a moment, our breaths mingling. And then, in a whisper that carried all my hope and hurt, I asked;

“Will you finally claim me now?”