Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 75

The world around me was quiet. I didn’t know when sleep had finally claimed me. One moment I’d been staring at the lilies Damien brought, tracing their soft white petats with my fingers. The next, darkness had wrapped around me like a blanket.

But this didn’t feel like sleep.

It felt… wrong.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the hospital anymore.

The bed, the machines, the faint smell of disinfectant-all of it was gone.

Instead, I was standing outside, barefoot, the cold biting into my skin.

The air was thick, heavy, and strangely still. Snowflakes drifted from the sky, soft and silent, landing on my bare arms like tiny sparks of ice.

I looked around.

There was a building up ahead-large and made of stone. It looked like a pack house. Its tall windows were dark, and the surrounding forest loomed over it like shadows waiting to swallow the world whole.

My breath came out in soft, visible clouds. The silence pressed against me so hard it made my chest ache.

Something about this place felt… familiar.

But I didn’t know why.

The wind whispered through the trees, low and strange, and I shivered.

Then-

A sound broke through the stillness.

A growl.

Low, deep, and dangerous.

It rolled across the snow like thunder, shaking something inside me.

My blood turned cold.

Lfroze. My heart stuttered in my chest.

That sound. I knew it.

I knew it.

But from where?

The growl came again, louder this time, closer. The hairs on the back of my peck stood straight.

“Hello?” My voice came out small, uncertain. “Is… anyone there?”

No answer.

Just the whisper of the wind… and then-

A scream.

It tore through the air, sharp and raw. Then another. And another:

Before I could move, before I could even think, the front doors of the pack house burst open.

And chaos exploded.

People ran out, their faces pale with terror, their voices breaking as they screamed for help. Blood splattered across the snow, bright red against the white. The smell hit me next-iron, sharp and thick, filling my lungs until I wanted to choke.

“What-what’s happening?” I whispered, backing away.

Then I saw it.

The beast.

Huge, black as night, its fur slick with blood. Its eyes-those eyes-were dark and endless, a void that seemed to swallow everything it looked at.

It moved like a nightmare, fast and brutal.

Teeth flashed. Flesh tore.

The air was filled with screams and the sound of bones breaking.

It was a massacre.

Bodjes hit the ground one after another. Blood sprayed, painting the snow in deep crimson. The flakes kept falling, soft and innocent, mixing Twith the red until it looked like the world itself was bleeding.

I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. My body refused to listen.

The beast’s growl filled the air again, low and rumbling, vibrating /through the earth. Then it lifted its head-and its gaze found me.

For a heartbeat, everything stopped.

My breath caught.

My pulse roared in my ears.

Those eyes. I knew those eyes.

No… it couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

The snow fell around us, and the beast began to move toward me.‹ Chapter 84 Blood and Snow

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The way he moved, the way his presence filled the air.

My lips parted, but no sound came out

He growled again, louder this time, like the sound of a storm tearing through a forest. His claws dug into the snow as he took one step closer.

I stumbled back, shaking my head. “No,” I whispered. “No, this isn’t real-”

That small step back must have set him off.

Because suddenly, he charged.

His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear.

Strong. Calm. Real.

For a moment, I just sat there, listening to it. Letting it anchor me to the present, to this moment.

“It wasn’t real,” he murmured after a while, his hand moving up to stroke my hair. “It was just a dream, Emilia.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did.

But something deep inside me whispered otherwise.

That dream hadn’t felt like a dream. It felt like a memory-one buried so deep.

It wasn’t just the images. It was the feeling.

The weight in the air. The smell of the snow. The sound of that growl. that had torn through my bones.

It all felt too real. Too alive.

And those eyes…Those black, empty eyes that had looked at me like I was both everything and nothing at once.

They haunted me still.

“Damien…”I said quietly, my fingers curling into his shirt. “It felt real.”

He pulled back a little to took at me. “What do you mean?”

“The dream,” I whispered. “It didn’t feel like a dream. It was like I was there. Like I was watching something that… already happened.”

He frowned slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Maybe it s just stress, he said gently. “You’ve been through a lot lately.”

“Maybe,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound convinced.

But in my chest, that whisper grew louder.

What if it wasn’t stress? What if it wasn’t just my mind playing tricks on me?

What if it was real?

Damien brushed a strand of hair from my face and smiled faintly. “You /don’t have to figure it out right now. Just rest, okay? You’re safe here.”

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, lingering for a second longer than he needed to. His warmth seeped into me, steady and comforting.

But even as I sat there, wrapped in that warmth, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Because I knew that growl. I knew those eyes.

And no matter how hard I tried to tell myself it was just a dream…! could still feel the way the ground shook when he charged at me.

It wasn’t just a nightmare.

It was something else. Something I didn’t understand.