Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 79

Emilia’s POV

I couldn’t sleep.

No matter how many times I closed my eyes, that dream came back-the blood, the snow, the beast. Those eyes.

I’d been lying in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, counting the slow, steady beeps of the monitor. Damien had fallen asleep in the chair beside me, his head tilted to the side, his hand still resting close enough that our fingers almost touched. He’d told me everything was fine, that it was just a dream. But the unease in my chest refused to fade.

The room felt too still. Too quiet.

Every sound made me flinch-the soft hum of the heater, the ticking of the clock. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, a steady, nervous rhythm that wouldn’t slow down.

And then-

A knock.

Soft, but sharp enough to slice through the silence.

I jolted, my body tensing. My breath caught in my throat.

Damien stirred a little but didn’t wake.

The knock came again.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Come in.”

The door opened with a low creak, and in walked Doctor Raina.

She looked as calm and unreadable as ever-composed, her expression a mask of quiet control. Her white coat was spotless, her brown hair tied neatly at the back of her head. But it was her eyes that always got to me-dark, sharp, and cold. The kind of eyes that seemed to see straight through you.

I still couldn’t believe she was Maximus’s mate.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, her tone flat, though there was the faintest trace of something-something I couldn’t name.

I tried to smile, but it felt weak. “Not really.”

She nodded slowly, walking toward my bed with that same calm, almost too-silent step of hers. “That’s expected, after everything. But you’re healing well. You’ll be discharged tomorrow morning.”

Her words should’ve made me happy, but something about the way she said them-like it wasn’t news, like it was a warning-made my stomach twist.

“That’s… good,” I said quietly.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It never did. “Yes. Very good.”

Damien stirred again, blinking awake at the sound of her voice. When he saw her, his expression shifted-guarded, instantly protective.

“Doctor,” he said carefully, sitting up.

“Prince Damien,” she replied with a small nod, though the title sounded more like an insult when it came from her lips.

She turned back to me. “I’d like to have a word with my patient. In private.”

Damien frowned immediately. “She’s my mate. You can say whatever you want in front of me.”

Raina’s gaze slid back to him, calm but cold. Then she turned to me, one brow slightly raised, like she was silently daring me to choose.

I swallowed hard, glancing between them. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “TIL be fine. Just a few minutes.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. I could see the argument in his eyes; the way he wanted to protest-but after a moment, he sighed and stood. “I’ll be right outside,

” he muttered, shooting Raina one last look before walking out.

The dOor closed behind him with a dull click.

And the silence that followed was heavy.

Raina stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door before finally turning to me. Her expression didn’t change, but the air around her did-it shifted, grew heavier, charged with something I couldn’t explain.

‘I’m not going to get in the way between you and Maximus,” I said before I even realized I was speaking. The words tumbled out, rushed and clumsy.

Her lips twitched-not into a smile, not really. More like a smirk she didn’t bother to finish. “The whole kingdom is on fire,” she said, her tone suddenly sharp, “and that’s what you’re worried about?”

I blinked, confused. “What… are you talking about?”

Her gaze fixed on me, unblinking. “The entire kingdom,” she said quietly, “is literally in the palm of your hands. And you don’t even know it.”

A chill ran down my spine. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “Why are you talking like that? What’s going on?”

Raina took a step closer, her heels silent against the floor. “I was on my way to see Maximus earlier,” she said, her tone flat but her eyes burning with something dark. “And I overheard something.”

My heartbeat quickened. “Overheard what?”

“Something about a spirit,” she said, her voice lowering. “A Milandra spirit that lives inside you.”

I froze.

“What?”

She tilted her head slightly, studying my face. “They said it’s awakening. Slowly. And when it does, it’ll bring destruction.”

My mouth went dry. I thought back-to the dream, to the blood and the growl, to the strange burning cold that had flooded my body in the shower before I collapsed. My pulse hammered harder.

“That’s not possible,” I whispered.

Raina raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it?”

Something about her tone made me hesitate. It wasn’t a suggestion-it was a comma@d

I frowned. “Why do I feel like you’re not telling me everything?”

Raina’s lips parted, like she might say something-but then she stopped herself. Her gaze softened, almost for the first time since she’d entered the room.

“Because some truths,

‘she said quietly, “can’t be spoken. They have to

be lived.”

The words sent another shiver down my spine.

She turned toward the door, her movements smooth and deliberate.

Her hand reached for the handle, but she paused there. For a moment, she didn’t move.

Then she glanced back at me over her shoulder, her eyes sharp as blades.

“Remember,” she said softly, her voice low enough that it barely carried across the room, “the king must not know.”

And with that, she opened the door and walked out, leaving it to click shut behind her.

I sat there, frozen, staring at the empty space she’d left behind

The sound of the heart monitor filled the silence again-steady, calm, completely wrong.

My hands trembled against the blanket. My mind raced, full of too many thoughts, too many questions that refused to settle.

The Milandra spirit. Inside me.

A witch who could take it out.

The kingdom in flames.

Ang Maximus… in danger.

The room suddenly felt colder, darker.

I pulled the blanket tighter around me, but it didn’t help.

I could still hear Raina’s voice echoing in my head-soft, sharp, dangerous.

“The king must not know.’