Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 48

The sound of shattering stone split the air.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

The beast’s arm swung wide, and the chain binding his other wrist snapped free from the wall with a thunderous crack. The chamber shook with the force of it, dust and fragments of stone raining down from the ceiling. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt, each beat a frantic warning drum screaming the same word over and over.

Rụn.

But I couldn’t.

The door wasn’t an option. One swing of those chains, and I’d be crushed before I made it two steps. The walls closed in around me, suffocating, pressing, making the chamber feel like a tomb already carved for me.

The beast stood taller now, monstrous arms dripping blood where the cuffs had cut into flesh and fur. The sound of the chains dragging across the floor was deafening, metallic shrieks that set my teeth on edge. His black eyes fixed on me, glowing faintly in the thin strip of moonlight.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate.

And I couldn’t breathe.

“Hey,” I whispered, my voice breaking, both hands lifting as if my trembling palms could keep him at bay. “No… no hard feelings, okay?”

The beast’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths, nostrils flaring as if my scent was the only thing anchoring him.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “—I know I shoutdn’t have come here. But you remember that night, don’t you?

You looked like you were in so much pain. And when I touched you, you… you didn’t hurt me. You were calm.” My voice cracked, my arms shaking as I held them out. “Why is it different tonight?”

The words tumbled out, desperate, foolish, a thread I clung to like it could hold me above the abyss.

But his eyes darkened.

His snarl deepened.

And the sound that ripped through his chest was not recognition. It was rage.

“No,” I breathed, horror clawing through me as the beast bent low, its massive hands curling around the chains shackled to its ankles.

The muscles in his back bunched, fur bristling, veins swelling beneath the strain. With a guttural roar that shook the chamber, he yanked.

Stone split.

Iron screamed.

And in a shower of dust and rubble, the chains tore free.

My blood froze.

He was free.

Completely, terrifyingly free.

I saw my life flash before my eyes. Every moment, every mistake, every small, fragile thing that had led me here.

My lungs locked, my heart thundering so violently | thought it might tear free of my chest altogether.

The beast turned his full face toward me. Slowly.

Purposefully.

And then-

Silence.

The room went utterly still, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

My pulse roared in my ears. The silence was worse than the growls, worse than the chains, worse than the promise of death looming before me.

I took one step back. Just one.

And it was enough.

The beast’s lips peeled back, revealing glistening fangs, and the silence shattered with a guttural snarl.

He charged.

My scream never made it past my throat.

The impact was tike a wall slamming into me. His massive body hit with enough force to rattle my bones; and I was thrown hard against the cold stone. Air whooshed out of my lungs in a sharp, broken gasp, blood spurting from my lips as pain exploded through my chest.

I slid down the wall, coughing, choking, struggling to breathe.

The beast loomed over me, growling low and feral, saliva dripping from his fangs. His claws slammed into the wall beside my head, the stone cracking under the force, dust sprinkling over my hair. His eyes burned into me, black pits filled with wild hunger.

I tried to move, tried to crawl, but his growl deepened. A warning.

When I pushed against the floor, he shoved me back down with terrifying strength, claws digging into the stone dangerously close to my ribs. My breath came ragged, each inhale trembling.

The beast’s form convulsed, bones cracking and reshaping beneath flesh, claws retracting, fur receding in jagged, agonizing waves. The sound was wet, sickening, a grotesque symphony of bone and sinew twisting back into something human.I staggered to my feet, my back pressed hard against the wall, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But I couldn’t look away.

He was changing.

Collapsing into himself, shrinking, until the monstrous shadow that had towered over me was gone.

And in its place-

A man.

He knelt before me, his bare back heaving with every Labored breath, muscles slick with sweat and streaked with blood where the chains had cut into him. His hair was dark, tangled, plastered to his skin. His breaths were harsh, broken, rasping through the silence.

I knew that back.

My heart stuttered painfully, hammering in my chest as realization clawed at me. But still—I needed to see.

Needed proof.

Slowly-too slowly-I pushed myself off the wall, every step trembling, unsteady, as though the floor might give way beneath me.

My knees buckled as I knelt beside him.

My hand shook as I reached out, hesitating only a breath before I touched his shoulder. The heat of him seared my palm. He flinched, weakly, but didn’t resist.

I swallowed hard, heart a drumbeat of terror and disbelief.

My fingers brushed his damp skin as I slowly turned his face toward me.

And when his head rolled, when his tired blue eyes met mine-

I froze.

My stomach dropped. My breath locked in my throat.

It was him.

The King.

His face was pale, streaked with sweat and blood, his eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion. But unmistakable. Those blue eyes-so sharp, so commanding-now glassy with fatigue, yet still burning with something that hollowed me out from the inside.

The beast and the King were one.