Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 29

“Are you serious?” I hissed, twisting my head just enough to glare at him. “Are you really going to eat with me sitting here like some-‘

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I cut myself off before the word toy could slip out.

He said nothing. Not a word. Just tightened his grip until my ribs ached. His silence was louder than anything he could have spoken.

The answer was clear. Yes. He was going to eat with me on his lap.

Rage simmered in my veins, hot and suffocating. I clenched my fists against my thighs, nails biting into my skin as he lifted a piece of meat to my lips like I was some pampered doll.

“Eat,” he ordered.

“I can feed myself,” I snapped.

His eyes flicked to mine, cold, sharp, daring me to resist.

And then he pressed the food to my mouth.

I turned my face away. He followed. He pressed harder.

My jaw locked, fury trembling through me, but I knew that if I fought harder, I’d draw attention when the Alphas returned. I couldn’t risk that. I couldn’t risk my plan.

So I opened my mouth and bit down. Not gently. My teeth scraped his fingers on purpose.

He didn’t even flinch.

The longer it went on, the more my rage built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I’d burst. If he noticed, he didn’t care. He fed me bite after bite, his other hand stroking lazy circles into my hip, his lips brushing my hair as if this were some twisted show of affection.

I was seconds away from screaming when the thought struck me.

If he wouldn’t let me leave willingly…

Then I’d force him to.

I shifted on his lap, just a little at first, testing. His grip tightened. His breath hitched against my ear.

My lips curled.

Then I did it again-harder this time. I rolled my hips sharply, grinding down against him.

His curse ripped out immediately, low and guttural.

And I felt it. The hard, unmistakable evidence of what my little move had done to him pressing against me.

Heat flooded my face-not the good kind. The angry, disgusted kind. But still, I did it again.

“I have to pee,” I whispered through clenched teeth, shifting deliberately. “You can’t just keep me here all day.”

His hand clamped tighter around my waist, fingers digging into my sides. The message was clear: Don’t. So I did it again.

His groan vibrated against my neck, rough and dangerous. His breath fanned hot against my skin, and I almost laughed. Once again, I was the one driving him crazy.

“Let. Me. Go,” I hissed, wiggling again, sharper this time.

For a moment, I thought he’d snap. His eyes burned into me, wild and feral, like he wanted to drag me straight to his chambers and lock me inside forever.

But then he let me go.

Abruptly, suddenly, almost like it pained him to release me.

I slid off his lap, smoothing my dress with shaking hands. His gaze followed every movement, dark and hungry, promising this wasn’t over.

But I didn’t care.

Because I was free.

At least for now.

The doors creaked open. Alphas filed back in, their voices low, their eyes sharp. I moved quickly, slipping between them, my pulse thrumming with victory.

I made it to the hall. One turn. Just one more turn and I’d have a moment to breathe, to think.

But before I could, a hand shot out.

Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist, yanking me hard into a shadowed corner.

I gasped, stumbling, my back hitting the wall. My head snapped up, ready to fight, ready to curse-

And froze.

His eyes.

Cold, unfeeling, hard as stone.

They cut into me the moment I registered who stood before me, and my breath stilled in my chest. My pulse pounded violently in my ears, every instinct screaming for me to run-but my body refused. It was him. My father.

I should have expected this.

“What do you want?” I demanded, my voice sharp, laced with venom. I refused to cower. Not for him. Not anymore.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pointed a finger at me, the gesture like a dagger aimed straight at my chest. “You better not tell the King anything, Emilia. Not one damn word. Or you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”

A bitter laugh burst from my throat before I could stop it. The sound echoed down the shadowed hallway, hollow and cutting. “And what exactly do you think I’d tell him? That you’re a lovely father?” I tilted my head, lips curling into a mocking smile. ” Or should I tell him the truth? That you sent your own daughter here hoping to erase her because she was nothing more than a stain on your perfect little family?”

His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing until they were nothing but slits of pure rage. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed, his voice shaking with venom.

“Or what?” I snapped, stepping closer. I felt the fury in my veins burn hotter than my fear. “You’ll tell everyone how incompetent and wolfless I am? Go ahead. Do it. Tell them.” My words spat like fire, each one striking him like a slap to the face.

His hand shot up so fast my heart leapt to my throat. I braced myself, the sting of a slap almost ghosting across my skin before it even landed. But he froze, his palm hovering inches from my cheek. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he stared at me with nothing but pure, unfiltered spite.

“I dare you,” I whispered, my chin tilted high. My heart was thundering, but I wouldn’t let him see it. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

His fingers curled into a tight fist, trembling with the force of the blow he wanted so badly to give me. He leaned in close, his breath hot and sharp against my face. “You think,” he seethed, “that because you’re the King’s toy you can speak to me with disrespect? You think that gives you the right?” His voice broke into a growl, his hatred vibrating through every syllable. ” How the hell are you not even dead yet?”

The words sliced through me, jagged and merciless. My chest constricted, my lungs screaming for air, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

“Because I’m stronger than you ever gave me credit for,” I spat back, my voice trembling with rage. “And mark my words, Father-I’m going to make you pay. For every single thing you’ve done to me. For every time you made me feel like I was less than nothing.”

His eyes blazed, his lips curling back in disgust. In a blink, his hand shot out, tangling in my hair. He yanked my head back with brutal force, his knuckles scraping my scalp. A hiss of pain slipped through my clenched teeth, but my glare never wavered.

He leaned in, his face twisted with fury. “Don’t you fucking dare say any bullshit to the King,” he snarled, his voice so low and venomous it crawled down my spine like poison.

I forced a smirk, even as my scalp burned beneath his grip. “Oh, I’ll only tell him the truth.”

The instant the words left my mouth, I wrenched free, shoving against his chest with all my strength. He staggered back just enough for me to slip past, my dress brushing the wall as I bolted.

“Emilia!” His roar thundered down the corridor, furious and unrelenting. “Don’t fucking try me!”

I didn’t stop. My lungs burned, my pulse raced, but I didn’t stop. His voice echoed after me, full of the same hatred I’d carried my entire life, and I let it drive me forward.

Only when I turned a sharp corner did I finally collapse against the wall, my body trembling. My chest heaved as I sucked in desperate gulps of air, the sting at my scalp throbbing with every heartbeat.

Goddess.

It had always been Rosella. Rosella, the golden child. Rosella, the perfect daughter.

And me?

I had never been anything more than a disappointment.

His words still echoed inside me, cruel and relentless. How the hell are you not even dead yet?

I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing the pain. No matter how many times he tried to break me, I wouldn’t let him win. Not this time. Not ever again.

But still the ache in my chest was suffocating. No matter how sharp my tongue, no matter how hard my defiance, there would always be a part of me that longed, foolishly, for his approval. For him to see me as something other than a burden. 1

A laugh, bitter and broken, scraped past my throat. What a fool I was.

I pressed the back of my head against the wall, closing my eyes, fighting against the tide of emotions threatening to swallow me whole.

And then-

A scream.

High-pitched. Piercing.