Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 212

DAMIEN’S POV

The palace gates loomed ahead as I pushed the car harder down the winding road. Trees blurred past, but my mind was sharper than ever-Scarlett’s voice echoing in my head like a bad dream that wouldn’t end.

“We’re going to get our hands on that property. Real soon.”

My knuckles whitened on the wheel. The Crescent Moon territory wasn’t just land. It was sacred. Hidden trails waere our ancestors shifted under the full moon. Burial grounds. A place where packs gathered for rituals no human eye had ever seen. If they built a resort there-tourists, workers, cameras-it would be the end.

Exposure. War.

I slammed on the brakes at the guard post. The guards recognized me instantly, dipping their heads in respect as the gates swung open.

No time for greetings. I parked roughly and strode through the grand halls, boots echoing on the marble floors. Guards nodded, but I barely saw them. My wolf paced inside me, claws scraping for a fight.

Maximus’s office door was cracked open. I pushed through without knocking.

He was there-behind his massive oak desk, papers spread out like battle plans. Emilia sat on the couchnearby, one hand resting protectively on her swollen belly, her blue dress catching the light from the tall windows. Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual stoic expression in place.

They all looked up as I entered.

Maximus leaned back in his chair, brow raised. “You look like hell. What’s the urgent matter?”

I didn’t sit. Couldn’t. The words burned out of me.

“Some fucking humans want the Crescent Moon territory.”

The room went dead silent.

Maximus leaned forward, eyes narrowing to slits. “No fucking way.”

1 paced in front of his desk, rage boiling over. “Scarlett showed up at my office with proposals. Maps. Surveys.

They want to turn it into a luxury resort-villas, spas, the works. Secluded, they call it. Right on our sacred grounds.”

Lucien pushed off the wall, fists clenching. “We can’t let them anywhere near our lands. It’s forbidden. One wrong move, one hiker stumbling into a shift-”

“Exactly,” I cut in, voice rising. “But this stupid bitch thinks she knows someone who can help them get it. This is our land. We can’t let them build anything there. It would risk humansknowing we truly exist. They all think we’re fictional-stories for movies and books. We want it to remain that way. But if we let them get that land and startdigging, building, bringing in crews… we’ll be risking everything. The packs. The kingdom. All of it.”

Maximus’s face darkened, the king in him rising. His fingers drummed on the desk-slow, deliberate, like he was counting down to an explosion.

“Tell the bitch it’s not for sale,” Lucien growled, stepping closer. “How can they want something that doesn’t belong to them?”

“I already did,” I snapped. “But that stupid company-Salvatore’s-they’re bent on it. And we have to do something fast. In a few days, they’ll be coming around to survey like they have the fucking right.”

“What?”

Maximus didn’t react-didn’t even blink. Instead, a slow smirk curved his lips as he leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered.

Emilia met my stare, calm as ever. “I know what I’m saying. Let them come.”

I stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “How can you say that?”

I turned to Maximus, expecting him to shut it down. But he just nodded once, like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“Do as she says.”The room spun. “You can’t be serious.”

Maximus’s eyes met mine-steady, unyielding. “I am.”

The tension snapped tighter, coiling like a spring ready to break. What the hell were they thinking? Let humans walk right into our territory?

This wasn’t a plan.

This was suicide.