Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 70

The sound of my fists hitting the bag echoed through the private training room-sharp, brutal, relentless.

Each strike came faster, harder, until my knuckles were raw and bleeding, until the ache in my chest became something I could almost bear. Almost

But it wasn’t enough.

Nothing was enough.

I wanted the pain to swallow me whole-to bury me under something physical, something I could fight—because what I felt inside was worse than anything I’d ever endured.

Rage. Jealousy. Guilt.

It burned through my veins like poison.

I didn’t even know my cold, cursed heart could feel like this. For years I thought it was stone-untouched, unbreakable. I had spent a lifetime building walls high enough that nothing human could reach me.

Then she came.

Emilia.

And suddenly, the walls I had spent years constructing crumbled with one look, one smile, one touch.

I growled under my breath, driving another punch into the heavy bag.

It swung violently on its chain, the sound of the impact cutting through the silence like thunder.

But the more I hit, the more I thought of her. The more I thought of her, the more my rage consumed me.Damien’s voice haunted me.

“She’s already mine.”

The way he’d said it. The way he’d touched her arm like she belonged to him.

Fuck.

The image of his lips on hers, of his hands exploring the body I’d held, the body I’d worshipped-it made something inside me snap.

I roared and drove my fist into the bag so hard the chain cracked against the ceiling. Sweat dripped down my temples, my chest heaved, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I didn’t even hear the door open.

“Your Majesty,” Lucien’s voice said quietly from behind me.

l ignored him.

“My King,” he tried again, a little firmer this time. “I think that’s enough.”

He stepped closer. “You’ll break your hand if you keep going.”

I kept punching.

“Your Majesty!”

I turned sharply, my fist slamming one last time into the bag before I spun around. Blood dripped from my knuckles. My breath came out in ragged bursts.

Lucien stood in the doorway, tense but calm, his eyes flicking from my bleeding hands to my face.But I didn’t care.

The thought of Damien touching her-kissing those lips that had once whispered my name like a prayer-sent me spiraling again.

I hit the wall. Once. Twice

The sting shot through my bones, splitting the skin, painting the stone red.

Lucien cursed and rushed forward. “Enough!” he barked, grabbing me from behind and dragging me down.

“Let me go!” I snarled, shoving against him, but he didn’t release me.

“You’re bleeding, damn it!” he hissed, pinning my arms until | finally stopped fighting. “You’re going to destroy yourself before the real enemy even makes a move!”

My chest rose and fell heavily as I sat there, panting, sweat dripping down my jaw. My fists throbbed, my body ached-but none of it compared to what was tearing me apart inside.

Lucien stayed crouched beside me, breathing hard himself. “You done?” he asked quietly.

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the blood pooling on the floor.

After a moment, he sighed and ran a hand over his hair. “I know you’re angry, Your Majesty. But we’ve got more pressing matters to deal with than your broken heart.”

I shot him a glare. “Watch your tone, Lucien.”

He didn’t flinch. “You’re the King. You can have my head later if you want. But right now, you need to get a grip.”

I clenched my jaw. “You think this is about heartbreak?”He looked at me steadily. “You’re furious because Damien’s with her You’re bleeding because of her. You’ve been pacing like a caged beast for hours because of her. So, yes, it’s about heartbreak. You just don’t want to admit it.”

His words cut through me, sharp and merciless.

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t. Not when the ache in my chest was proof enough.

1 don’t even know what this is,” I muttered under my breath, leaning forward and pressing my forearms to my knees. Tve never felt like this before.”

Lucien was silent.

I stared down at my shaking hands, at the blood dripping slowly from my knuckles. I didn’t even know it was possible,” I whispered. “To feel for someone who isn’t my mate.”

Lucien’s voice was quiet. “And yet you do.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

Lucien didn’t move.

I frowned. “What?”

He looked at the floor, his shoulders tense. “There’s more.”

My patience thinned. “Speak, Lucien.”

He swallowed hard, his voice lowering. “She said… the ritual has a price.”

I took a step closer, my eyes narrowing. “What kind of price?”

He hesitated again, and that hesitation made my stomach twist.

“Lucien,” I said, my voice darkening. “Don’t test me. Tell me.”

He exhaled slowly, his tone almost breaking. “The procedure can cost Emilia her life.”

The words hit me harder than any punch could.

For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The world seemed to tilt,Chapter 79- Make a Choice

the air sucked from the room.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs as his words echoed in my head.

Cost her life.

I stared at him, numb, my blood running cold.

He couldn’t be serious.

No. I wouldn’t allow it.

But even as the denial burned in my throat, a darker thought crept in.

If we didn’t stop Milandra, she could destroy everything-our kingdom, our people, our world.

And if we did…

I clenched my fists, my bleeding knuckles throbbing.

I didn’t know which was worse-the thought of losing my kingdom, or the thought of losing her.

For the second time in my life, I didn’t know what choice to make.

And that terrifies me.