Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 92

My body was numb.

Their voices echoed around me, sharp and cruel, but they sounded far away now-like I was hearing them from under water. My breath came in short, broken gasps. Every word they’d said kept replaying in my head like a curse.

The man whose mark you bear… the man you’ve been with.. killed your real parents.

No.

No, it couldn’t be true.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart inside my chest. My vision was blurry from tears I didn’t even realize were falling. I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

I heard footsteps. My father’s voice, cold and steady.

“Well,” he said, “now that she knows, there’s no need to keep her alive any longer.”

My head snapped up. “What?” I croaked, my voice breaking.

He looked down at me, no emotion in his eyes. “You were a burden from the start, Emilia. But now, there’s someone who wants you-someone who’s been searching for you. And I’m sure they’ll be happy to help us get rid of you once and for all.”

Rosella’s smile spread slowly, dark and twisted. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

My pulse jumped wildly. “What are you talking about?”

My father tilted his head, studying me like a problem he was finally about to solve. “You’ll find out soon enough. But let’s just say-your blood is worth semething to the right kind of monster.”

He started walking toward me, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floor. My mother followed, her face calm, like this was just another chore. Rosella stayed behind them, smirking.

“Stay away from me,” I whispered, tugging against the ropes. They were tight. My skin burned.

No one listened.

My father stopped in front of me, lifting his hand slowly. “Goodbye, Emilia.”

Something inside me snapped.

Not just fear-something deeper. Hotter. Wilder.

It started in my chest, a sharp pain that spread like fire through my eins. My body jerked forward, my breath catching. I gasped, trying to breathe, but the air wouldn’t come. My whole body began to tremble violently.

My mother frowned. “What’s happening to her?”

Rosella’s mocking tone faltered. “I- I don’t know. She’s-”

And then the pain hit me full force.

It felt like my bones were breaking from the inside. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Heat burned under my skin, so hot it felt like my blood was boiling. I screamed.

The ropes dug deeper, biting into my flesh as I pulled against them. My vision turned red. My breath came in ragged bursts.

“Father,” Rosella said quickly, “something’s wrong-”

He moved toward me again, but before his hand could touch me, something exploded out of me.

A wave of energy burst from my body, invisible but powerful, slamming into them like a storm.

They flew backward.

All three of them crashed into the walls, the sound echoing through the room. The ropes around my wrists snapped apart like thin threads.

The chair broke under me, pieces scattering across the floor.

1 fell to my knees, panting, my hands shaking violently. My skin burned with a strange golden light that flickered like fire under my flesh.

“What… what is this?” I gasped.

Rosella groaned, pushing herself up from the floor. When her eyes met mine, they went wide. “She-she has power. She has a wolf!”

“No,” my mother hissed, clutching her arm in pain. “That’s impossible!

She never had a wolf.”

A low, guttural growl tore out of my throat before I even realized it came from me. It rumbled deep and wild, making the air tremble.

I took a slow step forward, my claws scraping the floor. Their scent-fear, sweat, panic-filled my lungs and drove me mad. I could see everything so clearly-the way Rosella’s hand shook, the way my mother clutched her chest, the way my father’s eyes darted toward the door.

All I could see was red.

Rosella screamed and threw something-small and silver-but it barely grazed my shoulder before bouncing away. I snarled, baring my teeth, and lunged.

They stumbled back, tripping over themselves to get away.

“Emilia!” my mother cried, her voice breaking. “Stop! Stop this madness!”

But I couldn’t stop. The rage was too strong. Every part of me that had ever been broken, every wound they’d ever caused, was screaming for justice. For revenge.

I leapt forward, claws slashing the air, but something inside me-something deep and faint-hesitated.

Through the haze of fury, I saw their terrified faces.

And for the first time, I saw myself reflected in their fear.

If I-killed them… I would be no different from them.

A snarl ripped through my chest, and I stopped, forcing myself to breathe. The red faded slightly from my vision. My wolf trembled, caught between fury and sorrow.

Rosella stared at me, frozen. My mother’s lips trembled as she whispered, “What are you?”

I didn’t know.

I didn’t have the answer.

But I knew one thing-I wasn’t theirs. I never had been.

A low growl rumbled from deep in my throat. I turned toward the shattered door at the edge of the room.

The cold wind outside howled like it was calling my name.

And i then-ran.