Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 9

Emilia’s POV

They made us wear white, like that would make the situation any less terrifying.

We all wore similar sets, a silk short gown with a robe to cover. Yeah, make us look sexy. Of course who doesn’t like their food looking sexy.

We all lined up outside a set of double doors and believe me when I tell you the number of hearts beating so loud was enough to start an orchestra.

I sucked in a breath, clenching my hands and trying to be as calm as possible on the outside but on the inside I was a shaking leaf.

“Remember what I told you girls, be on your best behavior,” the mistress said and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Like b***h, we’re not going to an audition, we’re going to die.

She started walking slowly, looking at each one of us. She stopped in front of one of the girls, the most timid one and she flinched.

The mistress leaned in and whispered something to the girl. She nodded quickly, before straightening—or rather, trying to—because from the look on her face, whatever it is the mistress told her, if it was to calm her down, it didn’t work.

The doors finally opened and it felt like my heart sank to my stomach.

A man stood at the door, face emotionless, eyes as sharp as a blade, as his eyes scanned every one of us.

I recognized him instantly as the man from last night. The King’s beta.

One of the girls whimpered at the sight of him and I couldn’t blame her, he was scary. Sexy, but scary.

He stepped out of the room, closing the doors behind him. He didn’t say a word, just started walking with his hands behind him, like a man inspecting the goods he was about to buy.

He stopped beside me and my heart might have leaped out of my mouth but I didn’t notice because I was too damn scared to move.

“Look at me.” His voice drifted through my ears but it might have just been the wind and my mind messing with me. I didn’t move.

“Did you hear me? I said look at me.” Oh f**k, it was not the wind.

I quickly looked up, my eyes meeting his, my heart slamming against my chest.

“You’ll go last.” he said as he beckoned with his head for me to go to the back of the line and I didn’t ask any questions.

I silently came out of where I was standing and walked to the back of the line.

I don’t know why he asked me to go to the back, maybe because I was…fat, ugly. That’s what they all say.

I could feel eyes on me and I turned to see that he was still looking at me and to my surprise I saw the corner of his lips move up to what might have been a smirk.

But then he turned to another girl and said;

“You, come with me.”

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I sat on my throne-like chair, legs spread, my hands resting on the armrests as the door opened and the first girl walked in.

Short brown hair, brown eyes that looked scared as f**k. It was pathetic and I hated to repeat this circle.

I could smell her fear from here, it was so thick in the air that it was choking me.

She walked further into the room until she stopped a few feet away from me. I was mostly covered by shadows so she couldn’t see my face but I could see her.

She didn’t have the scent I was looking for.

Another came. And another.

And another.

Telling me names I’ll never remember.

Until the very last one or so I thought.

The door opened again and this time it was Lucien that walked in.

“My King, it’s left with just one girl.”

“Send her in.” I said, and he nodded before walking out.

I leaned back in my chair as I waited and then I heard the sound of footsteps.

Seconds later, a scent so strong hit me even before the door opened.

Vanilla. Jasmine.

It was her.

I hadn’t imagined her.

She was real.