Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 135 Summary In Chapter 135 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," the war comes to a dramatic halt as Maximus asserts his authority with a powerful roar, commanding the attention of all warriors present. Time seems to freeze as he stands amidst a battlefield filled with tension and uncertainty. With Emilia by his side, he declares the end of the conflict, revealing the manipulation and deceit that had led to the chaos. The crowd's mixed emotions of confusion and curiosity reflect the heavy atmosphere, as they await his next words.

Emilia takes a bold step forward, confronting Soraya, the antagonist who had caused immense suffering. As she exposes Soraya's treachery, the crowd's anger begins to boil. Emilia reveals how Soraya cursed Maximus and created a false mate bond to weaken him, shocking everyone present. The revelation of Soraya's role in Alessia's death hits Maximus hard, and the weight of betrayal and loss is palpable. Emilia's passionate speech unites the wolves, urging them to recognize their shared pain and the need for unity moving forward.

Maximus offers the rogues a chance at redemption, inviting them to surrender and join a pack. One by one, weary rogues begin to submit, seeking relief from their tumultuous lives. This moment of vulnerability transforms the battlefield from a site of conflict to one of hope. However, Maximus warns them against any further discord, establishing a clear boundary for their new beginning. The atmosphere shifts from tension to tentative relief as the wolves begin to envision a future without war.

As the chapter closes, Maximus and Emilia share an intimate moment, solidifying their bond amidst the chaos. Their love stands as a beacon of hope, promising a new beginning for themselves and their people. With a kiss that symbolizes their resilience, they prepare to face an uncertain future together. The chapter concludes with the pair walking toward the palace, ready to rebuild what was shattered, embodying the spirit of survival and unity as they embrace their roles as leaders.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 135 - The War is Over** **Maximus's POV** The instant my roar-ENOUGH!-reverberated across the battlefield, time itself seemed to stand still. Claws, poised to strike, froze in mid-air. Teeth, ready to tear flesh, halted inches away from their targets. Wolves, caught in the throes of battle, paused with their jaws dangerously close to each other's throats. The very air around us felt as though it had ceased to breathe. Eyes, filled with a mixture of confusion and anticipation, turned towards me. Warriors. Alphas. Rogues. My people.

The night enveloped us in a profound silence that sent shivers racing down my spine. Claim. Emilia slid off my back, her movements stiff and labored, betraying the exhaustion and anger she felt. Soraya slipped from her grasp, collapsing onto the dirt like a discarded rag doll. With a swift, determined push of her foot, Emilia shoved Soraya down harder, asserting her dominance. Lucien's wolf forced its way through the throng, eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Your Majesty... what are you doing?" he gasped through our mental link, his voice a mix of breathlessness, blood, and desperation.

I shifted, bones cracking and fur receding into my skin until I stood upright-naked, bruised, and smeared with dirt and blood. But I stood resolute. Unshaken. Unbroken. "Ending this," I declared, my voice booming enough to reach every corner of the battlefield. "The war is over." The crowd regarded me with a mix of bewilderment and curiosity, their expressions questioning my intentions. Emilia stepped up beside Soraya, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. Her eyes-my mate's fierce, beautiful eyes-burned with a dangerous fire.

Without a moment's hesitation, she seized Soraya by the hair and yanked her upright, forcing her to face the crowd. Soraya let out a weak scream, her voice trembling and fragile. She struggled to maintain her balance, teetering on the edge of collapse. Good. Let her experience a fraction of the pain she had inflicted upon our lives. I raised my voice once more, allowing the weight of my authority as king to imbue each word. "Listen, all of you!" Wolves stood as still as statues, their anticipation palpable.

My voice echoed across the battlefield-clear, sharp, and burning with undeniable truth. Claim. "We have all been misled. Each and every one of us-rogues, pack wolves, warriors-we were used. Manipulated. Controlled." I pointed an accusatory finger at Soraya. "By this witch." A wave of rage rippled through the crowd. Wolves growled, their teeth bared, bodies quaking with an anger they struggled to comprehend. Emilia tightened her grip on Soraya's hair, dragging her forward so the entire assembly could see her bruised, battered face. Emilia's voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering.

"As crazy as this sounds, listen closely," she urged. "This woman sought to annihilate our entire race. To erase our very existence. Her bitterness and hatred led her to harbor a grudge against the Moon Goddess, and she chose to unleash that wrath upon us." Soraya, her voice hoarse, spat defiantly, "You all should have perished today. Every last one of you!" Emilia yanked Soraya's hair so forcefully that she gasped, choking on her own words. Then Emilia turned her gaze back to the crowd.

"First," she continued, her voice rising with intensity, "she cursed the king." Shock swept through the ranks of wolves like a chilling gale. My heart pounded violently against my ribs. She had orchestrated everything. Every sleepless night. Every internal battle I had fought. Every moment I had doubted my own nature. Someone I had trusted. Someone my parents had trusted. Emilia pressed on, adjusting Soraya's head so that the battlefield could see her clearly. "She is the reason his beast lost control," she declared.

"She is the reason he lived in constant fear of himself." A low, furious snarl erupted from the alphas. Lucien shifted beside me, bones cracking as he took on his human form. His chest heaved with fury, flames of rage burning in his eyes. But Emilia was far from finished. Claim. "She also deceived the king with a false mate," she said, her voice quivering with disgust. "A fabricated mate bond." A snarl erupted from one of the wolves, the anger palpable. "She did it to confuse him," Emilia explained. "To weaken him.

To prevent him from discovering what the Goddess had destined for him." My gaze locked onto hers, stunned by the weight of her words. Her eyes met mine-soft, sorrowful, and sincere. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "She killed the woman you believed was your first mate." The world tilted precariously around me. Alessia's death was Soraya's doing? How could that even be? Emilia turned back to the wolves, her voice sharp and unwavering. "There are more crimes," she asserted. "More lies. More suffering she has caused.

She twisted our fates and played us against one another." Her tone hardened. "Rogues or not, we must remember that we are one." The rogues growled at her proclamation, but their expressions reflected confusion rather than anger. Their eyes darted between me, Emilia, and one another, grappling with the shifting tides of belief. I stepped forward, my voice booming across the clearing. "That is why," I proclaimed, "I am offering every rogue here a chance. Surrender... and you will be given an opportunity to belong to a pack. To start anew." Silence enveloped us.

Then, a rogue near the front-bloodied and exhausted-shifted into his human form, collapsing to his knees, panting heavily. "I'm tired," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I'm weary of living in the wild. I surrender." Another rogue in the back shifted as well, raising trembling hands. "Me too," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm done with this life." One by one, rogues lowered their heads in submission. Some knelt, some shifted, some wept openly. It wasn't trust. It was relief. A heavy, weary relief from wolves who had known nothing but turmoil for years.

But I couldn't afford to relax just yet. Claim. "We will give you a chance," I warned, my voice turning steely. "But hear me clearly-anyone who steps out of line, anyone who thinks this is an opportunity to sow discord... will be killed without hesitation." The rogues bowed their heads lower, understanding the gravity of my words. Emilia moved to my side, and I took her hand, squeezing it gently. Her touch grounded me, providing a steadying presence amidst the chaos. Yet, something tightened in my chest. Pain? No. The absence of it. I glanced down, recalling the bullet Raina had shot into me.

There was no wound. No pain. Nothing. Milandra had healed me. I lifted Emilia's hand and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. "It's time for us to begin anew," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Then I turned back to the wolves-my people. My voice rose again, deep and commanding. "The war is over!" Howls erupted from every corner-relief, joy, exhaustion, disbelief. Lucien stepped forward, shoulders squared, ready to take command. Through the link, I spoke to him: "Lucien.

You know what to do." He bowed deeply, and every warrior followed suit, one by one, lowering themselves in respect. Even the rogues bowed, some trembling, some openly weeping. Peace. Real peace. For the first time in years... it finally felt tangible. I turned away from the battlefield, keeping Emilia's hand firmly in mine. Together, we walked toward the palace-two rulers, two survivors, two souls forged anew in the fires of adversity. Behind us, warriors began gathering the rogues, separating the injured, assigning guards, and forming temporary holding groups.

No one was celebrating yet; everyone was too exhausted, too shaken, too uncertain. But there was hope. A thin, radiant thread of hope weaving its way through the remnants of despair. When we reached the palace steps, I pulled Emilia close to me. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as I cupped her face in my hands. "I love you," I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. "I love you so f*****g much." Her breath caught in her throat. Then she smiled-a small, soft, genuine smile. "I love you too." I didn't hesitate for a moment longer; I kissed her deeply, as if reclaiming my life.

As if the world had been crumbling around us, and she was the sole reason it hadn't. As if I needed her, and she needed me, and nothing in the universe could ever tear us apart again. The future stretched ahead of us, uncertain and daunting. But right here, right now- We were alive. We were together. And we were ready to rebuild everything that had been shattered. I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. "Come," I murmured. "Let's go home." Conclusion In the aftermath of chaos, a fragile yet powerful peace began to settle over the battlefield.

Maximus's declaration had not only silenced the clamor of war but had also ignited a flicker of hope in the hearts of those who had suffered for far too long. As the wolves, both rogue and pack, began to kneel in submission, a collective understanding emerged: they were no longer pawns in Soraya's twisted game, but rather participants in a new beginning. The weight of betrayal lingered, but together, they found solace in the promise of unity and the chance to heal. Emilia's fierce love for Maximus shone through the darkness, illuminating the path toward reconciliation and restoration.

Their bond, forged in the fires of adversity, became a beacon of hope for a fractured community, signaling that love could indeed conquer all. As Maximus and Emilia stepped toward the palace, hand in hand, the future loomed before them like an uncharted landscape. The remnants of their past struggles still echoed in their minds, yet they stood resolute, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The love they shared became their foundation, a sanctuary that would allow them to rebuild not just their lives, but the very fabric of their world.

Moreover, the revelations about Soraya's treachery will undoubtedly send shockwaves through the ranks. How will the remaining loyalists react to the truth of their former ally's betrayal? With Lucien at the helm, the struggle to maintain order amidst the chaos will intensify. Expect heart-pounding confrontations, unexpected alliances, and the emergence of new threats that could jeopardize everything Maximus and Emilia have fought for. As they navigate this uncharted territory, the question looms: can love truly conquer all, or will the shadows of the past threaten to eclipse their future?

As the couple embarks on their journey to rebuild, they will also face their own personal trials. The emotional scars of war run deep, and healing will be a process fraught with challenges. Will Emilia's strength be enough to support Maximus as he grapples with the weight of his past? And what role will the Moon Goddess play in their destiny as they seek to reclaim their lives and their love? Prepare for a chapter filled with heart, tension, and the promise of hope as they strive to forge a brighter future amidst the remnants of their shattered lives. Joseph King