Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 254

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109. Make Him Disappear

DAMIEN’S POV

Morning light filtered through the curtains of the hospital room, casting a soft golden glow across

the bed. It was quiet-too quiet, maybe. Just me and Rose.

The others had left hours ago, giving us space after the chaos of last night. Emilia had insisted on staying longer, but Maximus finally convinced her to rest for the baby’s sake.

Dr. Harlan popped in every half hour to check monitors, but otherwise, it was just us. I sat in the chair beside her bed, my hand wrapped around hers, thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. She’d woken up a few times during the night-mumbling, shifting-but now she was awake, staring at the

ceiling like it held all the answers.

I didn’t push her. God knows I wanted to-wanted to ask a million questions, demand every detail so I could hunt down anyone left breathing who’d hurt her. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Her eyes were distant, haunted, like she was still trapped in that hellhole. I couldn’t imagine what they’d done to her. My wolf paced inside me, restless, furious, but I shoved it down. She needed

calm. She needed me.

I lifted her hand to my mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. Her skin was warmer now, thanks to Emilia’s blood and whatever the doc had pumped into her IV. “I’m here,” I murmured against her fingers. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She didn’t respond right away. Her chest rose and fell in steady breaths, but I could feel the tension in her grip-tight, like she was holding on to me for dear life. Minutes ticked by, the clock on the wall mocking us with its slow hands. The palace outside was starting to stir-distant voices, footsteps in the hall-but in here, it felt like the world had paused.

Then, her voice came-quiet, barely a whisper. I almost missed it over the hum of the machines.

“They wanted to drain my blood.”

My heart stuttered. I froze, lips still hovering over her hand. Drain her blood? My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack, but I didn’t speak. I wouldn’t interrupt. She needed to get this out, to purge the poison from her system. If I said anything now, it might stop her cold.

She swallowed, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “They had so many needles, Damien. Poking into my skin, over and over. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. I was their lab rat-strapped down, paralyzed, while they talked about me like I was just… a thing. An experiment.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and I felt it like a knife to my chest.

Images flashed in my mind-Rose, helpless, surrounded by white coats and machines. My free hand balled into a fist on my lap, nails digging into my palm. Who were these bastards? How

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many? I’d find out. I’d make them pay. But right now she was what mattered.

Clair

“I thought I was never going to see you again,” she continued, her whisper turning ragged. “The pain… it was everywhere. Burning through my veins. And my wolf-she was gone. Suppressed. I couldn’t feel her. It was like they’d ripped out half of me. I was so alone.”

Alone. The word hit me hard. She shouldn’t have been. I should’ve protected her better-beefed up security, never let her out of my sight. Guilt clawed at me, hot and sharp, but I pushed it aside.

Focus on her.

She turned her head slightly, finally looking at me. Her eyes were glassy, filled with shadows I wished I could erase. “And then… the woman. She said she was going to come for you next. After they drained me dry. She touched me, smiled like it was nothing. Like hurting you was just the next

step.”

Come for me?

“I lost it, Damien. I was so mad. Something inside me snapped-the fear, the anger, all of it. My wolf came roaring back, and I… I killed them all.” Her voice dropped even lower, but there was no regret in it. Just steel. “I don’t feel sorry. I’d do it again. If it means they won’t come close to you- won’t touch you-I’d tear them apart a hundred times over.”

Her protectiveness hit me like a wave, crashing over the rage and guilt. My mate-small, fierce Rose-had fought like a demon to keep me safe. Me, the man who was supposed to shield her from the world. It clenched my heart, squeezed it tight. She’d do anything for me, just like I would for her. God, I loved her. More than anything.

But then her face crumpled. “I was so scared, Damien. I thought it was the end. That I’d never feel your arms again, never hear your voice. It was all going dark, and I… I couldn’t…”

Her shoulders started shaking, small tremors at first, then full sobs. Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and fast, soaking the pillow. The sound of her crying-it gutted me. I couldn’t stand it. My strong girl, breaking like this.

I moved without thinking, sliding onto the bed beside her. Careful of the IV lines, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. She buried her face in my shirt, her body trembling against mine. I held her tight, one hand stroking her back, the other cradling her head.

“Shh, baby,” I whispered into her hair, my voice rough with emotion. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again. Ever. I swear it on my life. You’re safe with me. Always.”

She cried harder then, clutching my shirt like it was a lifeline. Sobs wracked her frame, each one twisting the knife deeper in my gut. I hated this-hared seeing her like this, broken and raw. My own eyes burned, but I blinked it back. She needed my strength now, not my tears.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, her tears soaking through my shirt, my arms locked

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around her. Slowly, the sobs quieted to hiccups, then soft sniffles. I kept rubbing her back, slow and steady, whispering quiet words into her ear. “You’re safe now. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Clam

Her breathing evened out, the tension easing from her body. Exhaustion took over-she’d been through hell, and talking about it had drained what little energy she had left. Her grip on my shirt

loosened, and she went limp in my arms, asleep.

I eased her back onto the pillow, careful not to wake her. Tucked the blanket around her shoulders, smoothing it down. She looked peaceful now, the lines of pain softened in sleep. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, lingering for a second. My mate. My everything.

I slid back into the chair, watching her chest rise and fall. She’d fought for her life-for us. And now,

I’d make sure no shadow of that nightmare touched her again.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up as Matteo slipped in, his face serious. He paused when he saw Rose sleeping, lowering his voice.

“Sorry to disturb you, boss. But I have news on the mastermind behind your mate’s kidnapping.”

My pulse kicked up. Finally. I’d been waiting for this-itching for a name, a face to direct my fury at. “What’ve you got?”

He stepped closer, pulling a photo from his jacket pocket. Handed it to me without a word.

I took it, and my world tilted.

James Anderson. The administrator at Rose’s school. The man I’d personally vetted, trusted to keep an eye on her during classes. I’d shaken his hand, told him to take care of her. And this… this

was him?

Shock ripped through me, hot and disbelieving. My eyes went wide, staring at the photo-his smug smile, the glasses, the ordinary face hiding a monster.

Matteo kept talking, voice low and steady. “We dug deep. Turns out he’s into some weird science s**t-obsessed with the supernatural. Hunting for proof, experimenting on anyone he suspects. He must’ve clocked something off about Rose-her healing, maybe, or just a hunch. Decided to grab her for his tests. Most of his deeds are illegal as hell. Kidnaps people he thinks are supernaturals, runs procedures that kill them half the time. They end up dead from the excess- humans who weren’t what he thought. He had a daughter working with him. Rose… she killed her in the escape.”

The man I’d trusted with my mate’s safety had turned her into a guinea pig. Experimented on her like she was nothing. The betrayal burned, fueling the rage already simmering.

My hands clenched around the photo, crumpling the edges. How had I missed this? How had he slipped through? The thought of him plotting, watching her at school, waiting for the right moment -it made my blood boil. He’d nearly taken her from me. Nearly broken us.

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I looked up at Matteo, my voice cold, flat, no room for mercy.

“Make him disappear.”

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