Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 84

The moment I heard that voice, my whole body froze. That deep, rough voice that-could make my heart stop and race at the same time.

“Maximus…” I whispered, barely breathing his name.

The darkness around us thickened. His grip on my wrist tightened-not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere. The shadows shifted, and then I saw him. His face came into view beneath the moonlight, his eyes glowing that familiar, dangerous gold.

He looked wild. His hair was messy, his jaw tight, and his chest rose and fell like he’d been running for miles. There was anger in his eyes-anger, confusion, and something else. Something deeper.

I swallowed hard. “What… what are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to read every thought I’d ever had. Then, slowly, his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“I should be asking you that,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “Where are you going, Emilia?”

My pulse jumped. “That’s none of your business,” I snapped, trying to pull my hand away. But he didn’t let go. His fingers only tightened.

“Oh, it’s my business,” he said through clenched teeth. “Everything about you is my business.”

I glared at him. “Let go of me, Maximus.”

He didn’t move. His eyes darkened, glowing brighter in the moonlight.” How could you fellow him to his house?” he demanded. “How can you Live with him like this? With him?”

I yanked at my wrist again, but it was useless. “Because he’s my mate!”I shouted.

The words hit him like a slap. His jaw tensed, and for a second, he looked like he couldn’t breathe. His nostrils flared, and then he stepped closer, clesing the little space left between us.

His voice dropped to a growl. “How many times do I have to tell you, Emilia? You belong to me.”

My chest rose and fell too fast. “Stop it,” I hissed, shoving at him.”You don’t get to say that to me anymore.”

He didn’t move. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies almost touched. His warmth wrapped around me, his scent hitting me hard

“Do you know how torturous it was,” he said, his voice rough and trembling, “to spend the entire day knowing you were with him?

Knowing he was the one holding you, breathing the same air as you?”

“Stop-”

“It drove me mad, Emilia,” he said, his fingers digging gently into my waist. “Completely mad.”

I pushed at his chest, but it didn’t move him an inch. “You have no right to get mad!” I shouted.

“Yes, I do!” he yelled back, his voice echoing through the trees.

For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. We just stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked, the night pressing in around us.

Then I spat, “Go to your mate, Maximus!”

His whole body went still. Then his voice broke, raw and rough. “You’re the only one I fucking want.”The world tilted. His words hit too deep, tearing something open inside me l’d been trying so hard to keep shut.

“Fuck you!” I yelled.

And then I slapped him.

The sound cracked through the cold night air, sharp and final. His head turned with the impact, but he didn’t move away. For a moment, he just stood there, breathing hard, his jaw clenched. Then stewly-so slowly-he turned back to face me.

The look in his eyes made my stomach flip.

He growled low in his throat, deep and dangerous, and before I could take a step back, his arm shot around my waist. In one rough, desperate motion, he pulled me against him and pressed my back against the nearest tree.

It wasn’t painful-just sudden. My breath caught in my throat.

“Maximus”

But he didn’t let me finish.

His lips crashed into mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was wild-hungry-like he’d been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped. The heat of him, the strength in his arms, the sound of his breath-it all surrounded me.

I wanted to fight him. I tried to. My hands pressed against his chest, pushing, but his body didn’t move. My heart pounded so fast I thought/ might pass out.

“Stop,” I tried to say against his mouth, but the word came out broken.

Because no matter how much I wanted to hate him, my body betrayed me. My fingers trembled as they gripped his shirt, clutching it like needed something to hold onto.

His kiss grew rougher, his hand sliding up my back, then tangling in my hair. He kissed me like he was starving for it-like he was trying to breathe me in, to remind himself that I was real.

My head spur My knees went weak. I hated that I responded. I hated that my body knew him better than my mind did. Every part of me screamed to push him away-but another part whispered, you missed him.

The warmth between us grew unbearable. My heart was a drumbeat against my ribs, matching the rhythm of his breath. His mouth moved to my neck, his lips brushing my skin. I gasped, feeling his breath against me, the heat, the closeness, the danger.

‘”Maximus…” I whispered, my voice shaking.

He stopped.

For a moment, he just stayed there, breathing against my neck. His body trembled, his chest heaving. Then slowly, he pulled back.

The fire in his eyes flickered, replaced by something raw-pain, guilt, longing. He looked at me like he was fighting himself.

Then, suddenly, he cursed under his breath, spun me around, and before I could react—he lifted me off the ground.

Our breathing came out hard, and we were both lost in the taste of each other.

I felt his thick cock press into me as I moaned, my fingers dragging into his hair.

“You’re..” he rasped as he grinded on me, eyes dark with lust. “You’re the only woman that can do this to me, the only woman who can make me feel this way.”

“Maximum..please..” What the hell was I even begging for?

“Please what?” He asked but words failed me when he grinded harder on purpose.

“You think anyone can make you feel this way?” He whispered,

“It’s not about that…it’s not about..” he silenced me, kissing me even harder.

His lips left mine as he kissed down my neck and then his hand went to the belt of my coat and pulled it open, taking it down my shoulders.

The coat fell to the floor and I was left in just the black gown I wore inside. Maximus’ hand started roaming my body, till his hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing hard. The air was so thick with lust and so many unspoken things.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the room and I couldn’t help but gasp, but before I could say anything he pulled down my bra and my breasts came free and then he immediately took one hard nipple into his mouth.”Maximus,” 1 moaned, clenching really bad

“Yes, moan my name, that’s the only name you’re fucking allowed to moan.

“He groaned as his eyes flashed black and blue.

He sucked harder, giving attention to both my breasts. My nipples were red and hard from how much he was tugging it with his teeth.

“Please…oh fuck…please don’t stop.” Lfound myself saying despite the” warning bells in my head.

His lips came back to mine and I heard the sound of him opening his belt. He kissed me like a man starved and deprived of what belongs to him—a man deprived of air.

I felt the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance and a Licious shiver went down my spine.

Slowly he started to push in and I moaned wrapping my legs tighter around him. He stretched me so good, a reminder of just how big his size was.

My fingers dug into his back as he pushed more into me, not going completely in. He didn’t move at first, like he was giving me time to adjust to his size. His eyes bored into him and I felt my heart clench.

Why was this happening? Why did fate do this to us? Fated to another but our hearts belong to each other.

This time I was the one who pulled him down and kissed him and goddess when he started moving, I forgot about everything.

He groaned, slamming into me, slow at first but then his thrust became rough and harsh, making me scream as saw stars.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He cursed as I wrapped tightly around him, I didn’t want this to stop. I didn’t want this little happy haze to end. I wanted to be in his arms forever.