Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 200

ADELE’S POV

“No, Lucien,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, shaking my head like that could make the words disappear. “I didn’t quite get you. What did you just say?”

My heart was slamming against my chest so hard l thought it might bruise my ribs. Please, let this be a mistake. Let me have heard wrong. Let this be some cruel dream I could wake up from.

The room spun a little, the sunlight from the window suddenly too bright, too harsh. I stared at him, willing him to take it back, to laugh and say it was nothing.

Lucien’s eyes met mine, and oh God, the fear in them-it was raw, desperate, like a man staring down the edge of a cliff. His face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line, and for a second, he just looked at me, like he was memorizing my face before everything shattered.

“She claims I’m the father of her child, Adele,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush, like if he didn’t say them fast enough, they’d choke him. “She’s saying some story about me getting drunk one night-years ago-and she helped me to my room. I don’t fucking remember any of that. Not a single thing. But she claims it happened. That we… that we had sex. She even has some fucking DNA test. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want you to… I don’t want you to hate me, Adele. Please.”The air went out of my lungs: I just stood there, frozen, waiting for him to crack a smile, to say this was all a joke.

That he didn’t have a child with another woman. That our life-our fragile, beautiful life-wasn’t about to crumble.

But nothing happened. He just stood there, breathing hard, eyes pleading.

A child. His child. With her.

The thought twisted like a knife in my gut. Images flashed

-him with some faceless woman, touching, creating a life while I’d been out there somewhere, waiting for my mate without even knowing it. No. This couldn’t be real.

He took a step forward, hand reaching out like he needed to touch me to make it okay.

I brought my hand up, palm out, stopping him cold. “Just… just give me space,” I said, my voice cracking. “I need to think. I need to wrap my head around this.”

“Adele,” he whispered, his voice breaking on my name. It was a plea, soft and shattered.

I shook my head, staring into nothing the wall, the floor, anywhere but him. If I stared hard enough, maybe everything would disappear. The pain. The confusion. My chest tightened, breaths coming short and sharp.

“You pushed me away for four whole months,” I said, the words spilling out, laced with hurt I couldn’t hold back. ” Four months of me wondering what was wrong with me.

Why you didn’t want me. And then, the moment it felt like everything was finally falling into place-like we could actually be us-this happens.”

He flinched like I’d slapped him. “I’m sorry, Adele. I am still so confused. I don’t even know if the child is even mine. A DNA test will be done again in the hospital, just to make sure. I don’t fucking remember sleeping with anyone. I swear to you. I swear on everything.”

His voice was desperate, raw, but the words just echoed in my head. A test. Another test. Like that could fix this nightmare.

“Ithought things were finally going to work between us,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Tears burned at the edges of my eyes, but I blinked them back. “I thought maybe… maybe we’d be happy. Just us. Building something real.”

“Adele,” he said, stepping closer again, his eyes locked on mine. “I can feel it. That child isn’t mine. I just know it.

He kissed the top of my head, lips lingering there, warm and gentle. “You don’t know half of what they went through before they were finally happy,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “The fights. The pain. The times they almost lost each other. But they made it. And we will too.”

His hand came up; thumb wiping away my tears, so tender it made my heart ache more. looked up at him, his face blurred through the wetness in my eyes. The tension was still there, thick and electric, humming between us like a live wire. Our breaths mingled, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, the way his body leaned into mine like it belonged there.

“I need you by my side right now, Adele,” he said, eyes searching mine, desperate and fierce. “I need you to stand with me. If the king and queen survived what they went through, we’ll make it too. But I can’t do this without you.”

His words wrapped around me, pulling at the love l couldn’t deny. The chemistry between us—it was always there, even now, in the middle of this storm. The way helooked at me, like I was his anchor. The way his touch sent sparks through my skin. But the fear lingered, coiling tight in my chest.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, voice small and shaky,

Leaning into his hand as he cupped my cheek.

He sighed, deep and weary, forehead resting against mine. Our breaths synced, slow and steady, the world narrowing to just us in that moment. “We’ll just have to wait for the test results. But I swear, Adele-I swear on my Life-l can feel it deep inside me. That child isn’t mine.”

The words hung there, a fragile promise in the thick air.

But as I stood in his arms, heart still racing, I couldn’t shake the dread.

What if he was wrong?