Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 257

s 112 Pretty Little Thing

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112. Pretty Little Thing

LUCIEN’S POV

“Judging by the look in your eyes,” Harrison said, that twisted smirk still playing on his lips like he was enjoying every second of this hell, “you want to know.”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as if he was reading my soul. The knife in his hand made my

stomach churn.

The air in the cellar was thick, heavy with the musty scent of damp stone and old blood. Every breath felt like inhaling poison, the tension wrapping around us like chains, pulling tighter with

every word he spoke.

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat was too dry, my mind racing too fast. How? How the hell was he standing here, breathing, talking, when I’d buried him years ago? The memories clawed at me- the knife in my hand, the wet thunk as it sank into his chest, the gurgle of his last breath. I’d watched him die. Felt the life leave him. But here he was, alive, holding my mate’s life in his hands.

He laughed-low, mocking, the sound bouncing off the walls like echoes from my nightmares.

“Remember how desperate you were for me to die? When you plunged that knife into my chest and I fell… that was such good acting, I must say. You were so eager for me to die-none of you bothered to check the casket. I’m sure you didn’t care. You killed my mate and wanted to kill me too. You thought you could dispose of me that easily.”

The words hit like fresh blows, each one digging into old wounds.

How had he faked it? Switched? Bribed someone? The questions burned, but asking them would give him power. I couldn’t. Not with Adele tied to that chair, ropes cutting into her skin, a thin line of blood trickling from her neck where the blade had nicked her.

“No,” he continued, voice dripping with venom, circling her slowly. “I had to live. I had to live so I could watch you suffer. For my own enjoyment.”

The cellar pressed in-darker, colder. The drip of water from somewhere in the corner counted the seconds like a ticking bomb. My wolf howled inside me, claws scraping, demanding I shift and end this. But I couldn’t. The knife was too close. One twitch, and she was gone.

My hands shook at my sides, fists clenched so hard my nails drew blood. The tension was unbearable-every muscle in my body coiled, ready to snap, but frozen in place.

“You’re the most horrible person I’ve ever seen,” I said, voice low, laced with all the hate I’d carried for years.

He shrugged, like it meant nothing. “I know. Maybe if you didn’t kill your mother, I would have been proud of you. You’re the Beta to the Alpha King. That’s pretty impressive.”

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His face softened for a split second-almost human, almost like the father I’d once begged for. A flicker of something-regret? Pride? But then it hardened again, the hate rushing back like a flood, twisting his features into something monstrous.

“Every time I look at you,” he snarled, stopping behind Adele, “all I see is her. All I hear is her scream. How can I feel anything for you except hate? How can I ever let you be happy?”

His eyes shifted to Adele-sudden, murderous. The hate multiplied, turning his gaze into pure venom. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back harder. She gasped, eyes widening,

but she bit down on the pain.

“Pretty little thing,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then he turned to me, smile widening. “I hope you love red. You’re about to see a lot of it. Enjoy the show.”

“No!” I yelled, lunging forward-desperation overriding everything. “No-please, don’t do this! Kill me instead!”

He shook his head slowly, eyes gleaming. “I don’t want to.”

Adele struggled-fear flashing in her eyes for the first time, real and raw. But she couldn’t move. The knife pressed directly against her skin, the point dimpling, a drop of blood welling up.

The room narrowed to that blade. My breath stopped. Time slowed to a crawl. The tension

exploded inside me-hot, blinding, every nerve screaming. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just

watched, helpless, as the man who’d broken me prepared to break me again.

But then-the unexpected.

Adele’s chair jerked backward-sudden, violent-slamming into Harrison’s legs with enough force

to knock him off balance. He staggered, grip loosening for a heartbeat.

In a blink, she was free.

The ropes fell away.

She snatched the knife from his hand-fast as lightning-and screamed as she drove it straight

into his neck.

Harrison gasped-eyes bulging, shock freezing his face like he couldn’t process it.

The world seemed to stop.

Blood poured from the wound-dark, fast, soaking his collar.

He stood there-stunned-hand flying to his neck, fingers coming away slick and red.

Then he fell to his knees-slow, like his body was realizing what had happened.

Adele scrambled back, breathing hard, eyes wild.

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She ran to me.

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I pulled her into my arms-tight, desperate-breathing in her scent like it was the only thing keeping

me alive. Lavender. Strength. Home.

“How…” I whispered against her hair, voice breaking “How are you free?”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes fierce through the tears. “They gave me wolfsbane. It weakened my wolf, but she came back. I used my claws to cut the ropes while he

was busy talking.”

Relief crashed through me-overwhelming, dizzying. I cupped her face, thumbs wiping away the

blood and tears, my own eyes burning. She was here. Alive. In my arms.

Harrison gurgled on the floor-weak, rasping breaths, blood pooling around him like a dark halo.

I felt no remorse. Not a drop.

I looked down at him-cold, detached. “Well, thank you for putting on a show for me. Although… I

don’t think I like red.”

Adele chuckled-shaky, breathless, the sound cutting through the darkness like a lifeline.

Harrison rasped, voice wet and weak, blood bubbling at his lips. “You… bastard…”

I knelt beside him, watching the life fade from his eyes-slow, painful. “I never did anything wrong

to you. But you hated me all my life. Who fakes their own death just to watch their son suffer? You’re really an evil man. You deserve to burn in hell.”

He tried to speak-mouth moving, eyes locked on mine-but no words came. Just more blood. His body jerked-once, twice-pain twisting his features into something almost pitiful.

Almost.

There was no way he could survive this time. The knife was buried deep, blood pouring out too

fast. His breaths turned shallow, ragged.

Adele stepped closer, looking down at him with pure disgust, her voice steady despite everything.

“Since you love your mate so much,” she said quietly, “go join her.”

His eyes widened-one last flicker of rage, of shock

Then nothing.

His body went still.

Eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Dead.

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Finally, truly dead.

The silence stretched-thick, heavy.

I stood, pulling Adele back into my arms.

It was over.

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