Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 35

“Soraya what the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t tell you, but for your own good, stay away from her.”

“Do you realize who you’re talking to Soraya? This is the king and he’s asking you something concerning his life and you’re saying you can’t tell him?” Lucien said in anger.

Soraya fell on her knees with her head lowered.

“Forgive me my king but whatever I do is for your own good. Please. But that woman isn’t the one who would break your curse, that woman isn’t your second chance mate, you’ll know it when you find her.”

“Bullshit,” I cursed, turning towards the window and the moon was there looking at me like it was mocking me once again. Did the moon goddess enjoy playing with my life? Because this little twist of fate was pissing me off.

When will she decide that it’s enough with the torture. Just when I feel like I’ve found someone who might help me when I think that I’m close to getting the help I need, I hear this.

“Then where the hell is she? This glorious second chance mate, you think the moon goddess would mercifully throw at me?”

She didn’t respond.

“That’s it? You think I’ll just stay away from the one woman who makes me think right for even a second? Not happening, not because you said so, not because the moon goddess said so.”

“Your Majesty,” She gasped in disbelief. “You can’t put yourself in danger, you’re the head of this kingdom,”

“And you’re supposed to be the all powerful witch but yet you’ve done nothing for me, the medicine you give to me don’t work, and the only fucking person who have been able to calm me down is Emilia, forgive me if I’ll not be able to stay away from her.”

“It’s only an illusion, it will make you comfortable and when you get too comfortable with it, it will destroy you.”

“Then tell me, Soraya, tell me why you think she’ll destroy me, tell me why I should stay away from her, give me a good reason.”

“Your Majesty…” Her mouth opened and closed but she said nothing.

“I want to believe you don’t have any reason to give me, that would be all. Don’t ask for me until you have something worth listening to.”

With that I turned and walked towards the door, my heart slamming against my chest. My insides were boiling like a volcano about to explode.

I walked out of her chamber, the cold night air slapping at my face as Lucien fell in step beside me.

“What if she’s telling the truth?” He asked, and I narrowed my eyes on him.

“I know we’ve been looking for a cure for years but we’re not going to jump on the first thing that seems like it.”

I didn’t want to think about it because it’d start making sense. The way my wolf reacts towards Emilia has always felt too good to be true.

“I’m worried about you, Your Majesty, but it’s my responsibility to protect you,”

“I’m fine Lucien, what I need you to do is make sure Soraya tells you what prophecy she’s talking about. I’m not going to let that slide.” I said and he nodded.

“If Emilia is dangerous like she claims, I’ll be the judge of that. But right now, she’s the only person who can calm my beast and I don’t plan to stay away from her or let her go.”

Lucien looked like he was about to argue but stopped himself.

“As you wish, Your Majesty. Have a good night’s rest.” He bowed in respect before walking away.

I stood there for a while before turning and walking back to the room where I left Emilia.

If it is true that Emilia is my destruction.

Then I’d gladly get destroyed.

The first thing I heard as I pushed the doors open was her whimper.

Leaving her chained, trembling, aching like this might have been cruel, but cruelty was necessary. She had to learn. She had to understand that she didn’t get to put herself in danger, not when she belonged to me.

If I had been a second later… if I hadn’t been there… she would’ve been ripped apart by those rogues. The thought alone made something vicious snarl inside me. My beast pressed against the edges of my control, claws raking at the surface, demanding I punish her, fuck her until she never dared run again.

I closed the door behind me, shutting us in, my steps slow and deliberate as I stalked toward the bed. The fire in the hearth still burned, shadows dancing across her flushed, chained body, but it wasn’t nearly hot enough. Not for what I had planned.

Her eyes widened when she saw me approach. The chains rattled as she shifted, a soft, broken whimper falling from her lips. My cock twitched at the sound, thickening against the restraint of my pants.

“I’m sure you must have learned your lesson,” I said, voice low, controlled, even though heat scorched every nerve in me. She whimpered again, her thighs pressing together as if she could relieve herself that way, her back arching just at the sight of me.

I stripped slowly, deliberately, watching the way her eyes followed every movement. My shirt hit the floor, then my belt slid free, the leather hissing. I tugged my pants down, boxers following, and the moment my cock sprang free, her body reacted like I’d touched her. Her breath hitched, chains clinking, thighs rubbing together as if she could grind away the need clawing at her. 1

“One thing I hate more than anything,” I said, crawling onto the bed, “is for anyone to test me, Emilia.”

Her body arched toward mine, seeking, begging, but I pressed her back down with one firm hand against her stomach. My finger brushed her clit, featherlight, and her entire body jolted, a moan spilling from her lips, hips jerking up for more.

“Sensitive, are we?” I teased, rubbing lazy circles just close enough to drive her mad.

She moaned, desperate, trembling beneath me.

“I thought you were stubborn. I thought you wanted to get away from me,” I whispered against her ear, dragging her earlobe between my teeth.

“You want me to touch you?”

Her nod was frantic.

“You’re going to have to use your words,” I murmured, my finger stopping altogether.

“Yes,” she gasped, voice shaky. “Yes, please touch me. Make it stop. I feel so hot.”

Her need poured from her in every breath, every twitch of her body.

“Where exactly do you want to be touched?”

Her gaze flicked down to my hand, then back to my eyes, as if the answer was obvious. I fought the urge to smirk.

I kissed her, swallowing her moan, my tongue sliding against hers as her body strained upward, nipples brushing my chest. I groaned, grinding down just enough for her to feel the weight of my cock against her belly.

“Is this where you want to be touched?” I asked against her lips.

She shook her head, desperate.

“Here?” My mouth trailed to her neck, sucking down her throat, then lower, until my lips closed around her nipple. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Emilia,” I growled around her nipple. “Do you think you deserve anything from me?”

“Please don’t stop!” she panicked, jerking upright against the chains, breasts bouncing into my mouth. “Please.”

Instead of answering, I latched onto her other nipple, flicking my tongue, sucking harder. Her moans filled the room, wild, broken, desperate.

“Please don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice cracking, chains rattling as she writhed beneath me.

Her need was intoxicating, her scent thick in the air, drowning me. My cock throbbed painfully, the beast inside me roaring to take her, claim her, fill her until she could never think of escape again. But I couldn’t. Not yet. If I lost control, I could kill her.

So I gave her something else.

My hand slid down, between her thighs, fingers finding her dripping heat. She was soaked, swollen, her pussy pulsing around nothing. I groaned, my restraint thinning as I pushed two fingers inside her.

Her scream echoed, high and broken, her walls clamping down on me like a vice.

“Fuck,” I hissed, curling my fingers upward until I found that spot. I stroked it mercilessly, my thumb circling her clit, and she shattered beneath me