Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 20

I died, I really did die. I had thought maybe I could live my life beyond all these, but I guess it was in my destiny to come to this world and die.

Just like that.

My ears were ringing and strange voices filled my ears. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry so I closed them back.

The voices won’t go away. I tried once more to open my eyes and was greeted with the harsh ray of light.

I brought my hand to cover my eyes but then the memories all came rushing by.

The blondie. The stabbing. The blood.

I opened my eyes fully and sat up like someone who came out of water to get air.

That’s when I saw him.

“Am I in hell?” I asked as my eyes met cold ones.

“You’re finally awake,” another voice said from the corner of the room and I turned to see the King’s Beta, leaning against the wall with his hands folded as he watched me.

Goddess, I really was in hell. Why am I seeing these two?

“Go get the doctor,” the king commanded.

His beta nodded, but then he gave me a look I didn’t quite understand before silently walking out of the room, the door closing behind him.

“How do you feel? You’ve been unconscious the entire day.”

How do I feel? I feel nothing.

I gasped as the realization dawned on me. I had been stabbed multiple times and still I woke up without a single pain.

My hand went to my shoulder and touched where the blondie had stabbed but there was nothing, not even a scar. I moved to touch my stomach, my ribs, but there was nothing. No scratches on me, like nothing happened.

I totally forgot there was someone else in the room with me, until he spoke. “How?”

I turned to the king and he was looking at me intensely like there was just something about me he didn’t understand. Why the hell were they all looking at me like there was something they didn’t understand about me?

It was so fucking confusing and annoying.

“How what?” I asked as I folded my arms against my chest defensively.

“How did you heal so fast without a wolf?”

I’ve wondered about that too countless times but still I didn’t have the answer.

I’ve been beaten to nothing in my pack but each time I’d come out of it like nothing ever happened.

Without even a single scratch to show as evidence. Most times they’d think I’m lying.

“I’m lucky I guess,” I said with a shrug as I met his eyes head on.

“Lucky?” He said as his eyes narrowed but I refused to break eye contact, I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me.

“Yeah, just like how I didn’t end up dying in your hands.”

For a moment he didn’t respond and I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You were brought in here cold and lifeless, covered in blood, there was no heartbeat, you were practically dead and then you call it luck? What the fuck are you?”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “What am I? Don’t you think I should be the one asking you that question?” I shot back as I threw the blanket off ready to climb out of the bed.

“Stay right there,” he commanded, voice cold and deadly leaving no room for arguments.

“What the hell do you want from me?” I asked in anger,

“The truth,” His eyes became colder, warning me not to test him, but I was going to do the opposite.

“What truth, there’s nothing I have to say to you,”

“You’re going to-” before he could finish what he wanted to say, a knock came at the door, before it opened to reveal the doctor, and the King’s scary beta just right behind him.

“Your Majesty,” the doctor bowed in respect before walking to my side.

“How are you feeling lady?” He asked as he took my hand but I removed it from his grip.

“I’m fine, can I go now?” I asked and the doctor’s eyes went to the king before returning back to me.

“Not without checking you first and also, not without the King’s order.”

Great.

I sat there stiffly as the doctor checked me and two men watched me like they were competing on who would uncover the truth about me first.

“She’s doing perfectly well,” the doctor announced.

“Which means I can go, right, Your Majesty?” I said through gritted teeth but all I got was silence.

Nerve cracking silence.

The doctor swallowed in fear as he felt the tension in the room.

“Everyone leave,” the king ordered and I happily jumped down from the bed but he shot me a glare. “Everyone but you,” he said as he pointed at me then beckoned me to sit my ass back on the bed.

The doctor and the King’s beta filled out of the room leaving just me and him once again.

If the room was filled with tension before, I don’t know what name to call what was between us now.

The air was thick so thick it felt like every breath I took was pushing against something heavy. My skin prickled under his gaze, that cold, assessing stare that made me feel like I was nothing more than a puzzle he was dying to rip apart piece by piece.

He moved closer. Slowly. Purposefully. The faint scent of pine and steel followed him, and for some reason it made my heart slam harder in my chest. Not because it was pleasant-Goddess no-but because every instinct in me screamed that he was dangerous.

When he stopped just in front of me, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. His height, his presence, it was overwhelming in a way that made me want to punch him and run at the same time.

“You’re hiding something,” he said finally, his voice low and calm, but with that deadly edge that made my stomach knot. “I already told you-“

“You told me nothing,” he cut in, his jaw ticking. “You think I’m stupid enough to believe you just… ‘got lucky’? That you can survive fatal wounds without a wolf, without, without anything? That you can die and come back breathing like it’s nothing?”

The words die and come back breathing hit me harder than I wanted to admit. I hated that there was truth in them. I hated that I didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I bit out, forcing my voice to stay steady. “You’re not my-

In one swift movement, he grabbed my chin, forcing my face up until our eyes locked. His touch wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t brutal either-it was control. Pure, suffocating control.

“Look at me Emilia, do I look like the kind of man you want to mess with? “

For a moment I just stared at him fighting the need to say what my mind was telling me to say.

Say it.

Don’t say it.

Say it. It kept repeating in my head

I shouldn’t have, but I did.

“Look at me Maximus, do I look like the kind of woman you want to mess with?”