Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 209

LUCIEN’S POV

We were both breathing hard, our chests heaving like we’d just run a marathon through hell and back.

My body still trembled from the release, buried deep inside her, our sweat-sticked skin sticking together in the best way. The wall behind Adele was cool against my palms where I braced us, but nothing could touch the heat still pulsing between us. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips-gentle this time, not the frantic hunger from before. It was a kiss that said everything I couldn’t put into words right then.

“Adele,” I whispered against her mouth, my voice rough and low, “what if you get pregnant?”

The question hung there, heavy in the quiet room, mixing with the scent of us-of sex and sweat and something deeper, more permanent.

I hadn’t planned on saying it, but it slipped out, born from that raw fear l’d carried my whole life. My mom dying giving birth to me, my dad’s endless blame-it all crashed back in that moment, twisting the afterglow into something vulnerable.

She kissed me back, her lips soft and reassuring, pulling me from the edge of that dark thought. Her hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my jaw as she looked into my eyes.”I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice steady but laced with emotion, “about what happened with your mom. And how your father treated you-like you were some curse instead of his son. But just because your mom died giving birth doesn’t mean it’s going to be my fate. Lucien, your father is a monster for making you believe that. Her death wasn’t your fault. It never was. And you’ll be a wonderful father. I know it in my bones.”

Her words hit me like a freight train, smashing through walls I’d built so high I didn’t even know how to climb them anymore.

Something inside me broke-snapped clean like a chain finally being ripped from my neck. All those years of carrying that guilt, that fear, like a noose tightening with every breath.

I’d been waiting my whole life for someone to say that, to see me not as the beta everyone feared, but as the broken kid underneath. Tears burned my eyes, hot and unexpected, and I couldn’t hold them back. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent-lavender and warmth, my anchor-and let the silent sobs shake through me.

Right then, I didn’t care about being strong. I wasn’t the powerful beta commanding armies or holding the kingdom together. I was just a man, raw and exposed, breaking apart in the arms of the woman I loved.

Adele didn’t say a word. She just held me tight, her armswrapping around my shoulders like a shield from the world. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gentle strokes that soothed the storm inside. Each pass of her hand felt like she was piecing me back together, one shattered fragment at a time.

I felt.. free. For the first time in forever, that weight lifted, like I could finally breathe without the shadow of my past choking me. The tears slowed, my body relaxing against hers, still connected in that intimate way that made everything feel right, even in the chaos.

When I finally calmed, my breaths evening out, I pulled back just enough to look at her. My eyes were probably red, face streaked, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she reached up, her thumbs gently wiping away the dampness on my cheeks. Her touch was so tender it made my chest ache in a good way.

My heart started pounding again, hard and fast.

“Adele,” I said, voice low, almost shaking.She twisted in my arms so we were face to face, noses brushing. “What?”

I swallowed, searching her eyes. They were soft, open, trusting. Everything I didn’t deserve but wanted more than air.

“Mark me.”

Her breath caught. Eyes widened.

I didn’t look away.

“Please,” I whispered. “I want to be yours. Completely.”