Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 19

I had to think. I had to think fast. Because trust me when I say I didn’t want anything to do with that cursed King.

Three days. I had three days before he summoned me again.

I had to study this palace, I needed to know what route would be easier for me to make my escape.

I tried escaping once and I can do it again. And this time I don’t care if the goddess comes down herself, I’m not stopping.

I bit my nails nervously as I thought of all the worst scenarios.

I could get caught. I could get killed.

But fuck it. I’m leaving this place. I’m not going to be a sacrifice for anyone.

I climbed out of my bed and was about to make my way to the door when someone suddenly blocked me.

It was the blondie again. I really don’t know what her problem was with me. But I didn’t have time for this.

“Get out of my way,” I spat impatiently, but she didn’t move.

“Are you on your way to beg the King to touch you,” she said mockingly and I couldn’t help but scrunch my nose in disgust. “You know what, I’m beginning to think you’re jealous of me,” I said as I folded my hands.

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Jealous of you? Oh please, what do you have that I should be jealous of?”

“First of all, I am not a skinny, flat chested bitch like you and secondly, I don’t have bad breath.” gasps rippled through the room and the blondie brought her hand to her mouth and then breathed on her open palm before taking it to her nose.

“You lying bitch!” She sneered as her eyes burned with malice.

“Lying bitch, am I lying about these too?” I said as I pointed at her chest and she immediately covered them with her hands.

“Doesn’t make you any less disgusting and ugly!” She spat.

“At least I’m not a bitter bitch.”

“Are you all going to sit there and watch her insult me, do something, hold her down.” she ordered, like she was in charge or something.

All the girls stood up and walked towards me and I looked at them in confusion.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” I said as I moved back, bumping into one of the girls.

“News flash everyone, she doesn’t even have a wolf,” the girl from my pack said and the blondie smirked wickedly.

“And you think you can talk to me?” She spat in disgust.

“Hold her.” Two girls took each of my arms, holding me in a firm grip.

“Let go of me!” I struggled aggressively as I pushed the girl to my left and she fell on her butt groaning.

Another girl took my hand and that made me mad.

“Let me go, you bitch!” I hissed, jerking against the hands that gripped me like iron shackles.

They didn’t flinch. Two more girls joined, and soon I was completely restrained, arms pulled tight, shoulders aching from the force. The air in the room was thick-charged, electric, like a storm about to split open the sky.

And at the eye of it stood Blondie, her lips curled in a venomous smile.

Her hair bounced as she walked up to me slowly, with the confidence of a queen-but she wasn’t a queen. She wasn’t even a princess. She was just a bitter little bitch with a bruised ego and a head too big for her rank.

“I told you not to mess with me,” she said, her voice sugary-sweet and poisonous. “But you just can’t help that filthy mouth of yours, can you?”

“You’re still talking?” I rolled my eyes. “Goddess, the air must be really light in your skull.”

I didn’t see it coming.

The first slap caught me across the left cheek so hard my head snapped sideways. I blinked, stars flashing across my vision. The sting radiated across my jaw.

Then came the second. The other side. My lip split. Metallic tang flooded my mouth.

“Still feel superior, princess?” she whispered mockingly. 1

I spat blood on her shoes. “Still feel insecure, bitch?”

Three more slaps came in quick succession. My ears rang. My face burned. But I refused to make a sound. If she wanted to break me, she’d have to do a hell of a lot more than slap me like a bratty child.

“You’re pathetic,” she hissed, out of breath, her hand trembling from how hard she hit me.

“And yet, I’m still standing,” I said with a crooked grin, blood dribbling down my chin.

That did it.

“Get her!” she screamed.

Ten girls lunged.

I tried to fight. Kicked. Elbowed. Bit someone-I don’t even know who-but there were too many of them. Fists rained down on me. My scalp burned as someone yanked at my hair. Knees crashed into my ribs. I went down hard, knees hitting cold marble. 1

They didn’t stop.

Kicks to my back, my side, my stomach. I covered my head with my arms, but someone grabbed them and held them down. My vision swam. Their faces blurred.

I could feel my body going numb-bones throbbing, flesh screaming. But the pain wasn’t enough to shut me up.

“Keep going,” I growled through bloodied teeth, “You’ll still be miserable when you’re done.”

A sudden hush.

I cracked one swollen eye open. Blondie stood above me, chest heaving.

“What did you say?”

I coughed, spit and blood mixing on the marble beneath me. “You heard me. You’re miserable. You don’t hate me. You envy me.”

She stiffened.

“You hate that I came here as an alpha’s daughter. You hate that even without a wolf, I’ve got more fire in me than all your lifetimes combined.”

“Shut up-“

“You’re born from omegas, destined to die an omega,” I spat. “And no amount of anger and jealousy can change that. You’re not powerful. You’re just pitiful. You’re nothing.”

Her face twitched, and something inside her snapped. Her eyes burned like acid, cheeks flushed with rage. She turned, stormed across the room to her bed, dropped to her knees and I thought she was going to sob.

Instead, she reached under the mattress.

Time slowed. My instincts screamed.

She turned around-and in her hand was a knife.

“Whoa, whoa-” one of the girls began.

“Liana, what the hell-❞ another whispered, frozen.

But Liana-Blondie-wasn’t listening to anyone anymore.

She charged.

I tried to scramble back, but my body was too wrecked. My ribs protested. My arms barely worked. A scream tore from someone’s throat-not mine-as the first stab plunged into my side.

Fire.

That’s what it felt like.

Then another. Stab. Lower stomach.

I gasped, blood gurgling in my mouth.

Third one. Stab. My shoulder.

I couldn’t even scream anymore.

Fourth stab this one deep, in the middle of my gut. My body jerked and then went limp. I hit the cold floor fully now, cheek pressed against stone, a growing pool of red spreading beneath me like a blooming rose.

Everything was quiet.

Someone sobbed.

Someone screamed.

“Goddess she’s losing too much blood!”

Someone backed away, muttering prayers to the Moon Goddess.

The knife clattered from her hand.

I lay there, blood seeping from my wounds, warmth draining from me in waves. It felt cold now. Like I was underwater, sinking, deeper and deeper. Faces hovered over me-blurry and pale. Someone was crying my name. The The sound felt distant. Like it was all happening in another room.

This was it.

This is how I died.

Beaten, stabbed, bleeding out in a cursed palace surrounded by jealous little bitches.

Liana stood over me, fingers trembled. She looked scared now. Like she realized what she had done. But I didn’t care.

I couldn’t care.

The pain was too much.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t see straight.

The other girls were backing away. Chaos erupted. Shouts. Screams. Someone ran out the door.

And me?

I laid there in a growing pool of my own blood. Warm. Sticky. So much of it.

The darkness was coming fast.

But even now… even bleeding out on the cold marble floor…

I had to say something.

Something fitting.

Something they’d remember.

I forced a smile through the agony, dragging in a ragged breath.

Then I tilted my head to Liana and croaked, “Guess being flat-chested wasn’t your biggest problem after all…”

And then everything went black