Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 65

The walk back to the palace was quiet. The kind of quiet that unsettles you deep in your bones.

Emilia’s steps were light beside mine, but her silence pressed against me heavier than any chain I had ever borne. I kept glancing at her from the corner of my eye, searching her face, waiting for the usual spark of fire, for her sharp tongue, for anything that felt like her.

But all I found was the weight of distance.

You’ve been oddly quiet,” I said finally, my voice low, breaking the silence between us.

Her head turned, her lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I’m just tired.

Once we get to the palace, l’ll get some sleep.

Her tone was light, almost dismissive. But the way her eyes slid away from mine… it gnawed at me.

Then she tried to joke. “Besides, it was my first time and you worked my body so hard. I should be sleeping for three days straight after that.”

She laughed. Too quickly. Too forced.

And I studied her. Every flicker in her expression, every tremor in her laugh. Something wasn’t right.

I didn’t laugh. I didn’t even smile. Because beneath her mask, I saw it-the shadow she was trying to hide.

We walked further, the palace rising in the distance, gleaming pale under the morning light. And just when I thought silence had won again, she spoke once more, her voice carrying a false playfulness that made my stomach knot:

“With how many times we were at it last night,” she said with a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes, “I’m sure I’ll get pregnant. You’ll finally have your child.”.

Her words hit me like claws tearing through my chest.

My jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth might crack. My hand curled into a fist at my side.

So that’s what she thought.

That this was still just the deal. That she could still talk about leaving me, about giving me what I wanted and then walking away like none of this meant anything. Like this was all about her body.

Rage burned through me, sharp and hot, but I swallowed it down, forcing it into the pit where my beast always lurked. If I let it out now, T might break her. And goddess help me, that was the one thing I couldn’t do.

So I stayed silent. The air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken words.

And then-she stopped.

Her steps faltered, her body stilled. I turned instantly, my heart seizing.

She shivered.

Her arms wrapped around herself as if a sudden chill had swept over her. Her lashes fluttered, her breath uneven.

“Emilia,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “Are you doing okay?”

She nodded quickly, too quickly. “I’m fine.”

I reached out, my hand brushing her arm, needing to ground her, needing to ground myself. But the moment my skin touched hers-she pulled away.

The rejection was subtle. Soft. But it cut deeper than any blade.

He lifted his hands quickly, not in defense, but in urgency. “Hear me out. You know I would never disrespect her. But look at you. Look at yourself.”

I trowned

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “You look different. Stronger.

Better. You look..” He shook his head slowly, disbelief coloring his words. “You look whole. Better than you have in years. As if something inside you… finally settled.”

His words lodged deep inside me. My eyes narrowed, the thought clawing at my mind, dragging me back to Emilia. To the way her presence calmed the beast. To the way my curse seemed to falter around her.

Yeah. I looked better. I felt better. But why?

I didn’t answer him. My gaze lingered where Emilia had gone, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.

Lucien studied me, then lowered his voice further. “My King… there is something else.”

Finally, I turned to him fully, my patience thin. “What is it?”

He drew in a steadying breath. “Soraya wants to see you.”My body went rigid.

Did she finally have something worth listening to?

“She has finally agreed,” Lucien said carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. “She has finally agreed to tell you the prophecy.”

For a moment, the world seemed to tilt.