Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 91

“Oh, poor Emilia,” my mother said with a small laugh. “You really thought we were your real parents? Are you that stupid?”

Her words felt like knives slicing through my chest. I stared at her, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “What… what are you talking about?” My voice came out as a whisper, weak and trembling.

Rosella laughed, that cruel sound that always made my skin crawl. “Oh goddess, this is even better than I imagined. She doesn’t know. She actually doesn’t know.”

My father stood silent, watching me with the same disgust someone might give a filthy animal. My mother took a step closer, her heels clicking softly on the cold stone floor.

“You really thought we would treat our own daughter the way we treated you?” she said slowly, like she was explaining something to a child. “Do you think we’d ever make our real daughter an Omega?”

The words slammed into me. I shook my head hard, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. “You’re lying,” I said, my voice breaking. “You’re lying. You always-”

“Lying?” she cut in, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Do you think we’d waste our time making up something like this? Use your head, Emilia.

Did you ever stop to ask yourself why an Alpha’s daughter would suddenly be made an Omega? Why you were always weaker, smaller, different?”

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “Because you hated me,” I whispered. “Because Rosella-”

“Because you were never one of us,” my mother snapped, her tone sharp as glass. “At one time, maybe, we were foolish enough to love you. You were small and quiet. Easy to control. But everything changed the day we found out what you really are.”

My whole body went cold. My voice trembled as I said, “What are you talking about?”

Her gaze hardened. “The day we found out you were bad luck.”

Rosella snorted. “More like cursed.”

Shut up, Rosella,” Father muttered. His voice was low, but I heard the anger in it. Not anger at them-for once, it felt like anger directed at me.

It made me want to disappear.

My mother ignored him and continued, her tone calm and cruel. “If we hadn’t met that sorceress, we would have never known. We would have gone on believing you were ours. But thank the goddess for giving us Rosella, the true daughter, the true blessing.”

Rosella smiled proudly, lifting her chin, and I wanted to scream.

I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. “You’re all insane,” I whispered. “This-this is madness.”

“Is it?” my mother said softly. “Or is it the truth you’ve been too blind to see?”

I swallowed hard. My throat hurt: “So what then?” I said bitterly. “You found out some witch said I was bad luck and decided to destroy me?

To make me your slave?”

“Don’t you dare play the victim,” my father barked. “We fed you. We clothed you. We gave you a home you didn’t deserve. You should be thanking us for not leaving you to die that night.”

My breath caught. “That night?” I repeated.

My mother smiled, and something in her eyes shifted-like she was remembering something she enjoyed. “Yes,” she said. “That night.”

She turned slightly, as if talking to herself. “Have you ever heard about the Forgotten Pack, Emilia? The one that was destroyed by the beast?”

Rosella rolled her eyes. “Mother, why waste time telling her stories?

Let’s just-”

“Quiet,” my mother said sharply. “She deserves to know what she is before she dies.”

Rosella grinned and crossed her arms. “Fine. Go ahead.”

I looked from one to the other, my pulse racing. “What are you saying?

What do you mean the Forgotten Pack?”

My mother’s eyes went distant again, her voice dropping low, almost like she was reciting something. “It was a long time ago. Snow covered everything. The night was so cold the rivers froze. We had gone out, your father and I, searching for herbs. We were far from our lands when we heard the screams.”

I didn’t move. I barely breathed.

“There was fire,” she continued. “Smoke. Blood. We followed the sound and found what was left of them-the Forgotten Pack. Torn apart.

Burned to ashes. The beast had destroyed everything in its path.”

She paused, her eyes flickering with something that almost looked like excitement. “And in the middle of the snow,” she whispered, “we found you.”

Rosella was smirking now, arms crossed, her eyes shining with victory.

“So? How does it feel, sister? To know your precious Alpha King is the one who killed your real parents?”

“Stop it,” I said, shaking my head so hard it hurt. “You’re lying. You’re trying to break me. You’ve always wanted to-”

“Look at you,” Rosella laughed. “Still defending him. How pathetic.”

Enough,” Father said, though there was no mercy in his tone. He looked at me like I was nothing but a burden, something filthy. “She’s had enough. She knows now.”

“No,” Rosella snapped. “I want her to feel it. To understand it.”

I could barely hear them anymore. My breathing was fast and shallow, my thoughts spinning in circles. Maximus… killed my parents? No. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t.

My mind screamed at me to fight, to deny it, but deep down, something inside me cracked. A memory flashed-the beast, the girl in the snow.

It all made sense.

My throat closed. I could taste blood where I’d bitten my lip too hard.

“No,” I whispered again, weaker this time. “It’s not true. It’s not.

My mother smiled like a cat watching a dying bird.

“You always wanted

the truth, didn’t you? Well, there it is.”

I felt sick. The room spun. The ropes were too tight, my wrists raw and bleeding, but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t feel anything but the crushing weight inside my chest.

Rosella bent down beside me, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

“Don’t worry, sister. I’ll make sure to tell Damien you died bravely.”-