Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 151 Summary In "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," the narrative unfolds through Lucien's perspective as he navigates a training ground filled with energy and camaraderie. The atmosphere is usually a sanctuary for him, but everything changes with the arrival of Adele. Her presence captivates him, stirring primal emotions and jealousy as he watches her interact with other males, especially a cocky one who seems to take too much interest in her.

Lucien's internal struggle intensifies as he fights against his instincts to assert his claim over Adele, battling a mix of possessiveness and frustration. As the training begins, Lucien tries to maintain control over his emotions while commanding the group. He notices Adele's playful defiance, which only fuels his jealousy. When he finally calls her out to join him in a demonstration, the tension between them escalates.

Their physical interaction during the hand-to-hand combat training reveals not only their competitive spirits but also the underlying attraction and frustration that exists between them. Lucien's wolf is restless, reacting to every touch and glance, while Adele seems to enjoy pushing his buttons, challenging him both physically and emotionally. The sparring session culminates in a moment of vulnerability for Lucien as he pins Adele to the ground, their chemistry palpable. Despite the intensity of the situation, Adele's playful demeanor remains, teasing him about his feelings.

Lucien's frustration grows as he realizes how deeply affected he is by her presence and the attention she receives from others. The chapter concludes with Adele teasingly pointing out Lucien's jealousy, leaving him grappling with his emotions as he tries to maintain his composure. The dynamic between them sets the stage for further conflict and exploration of their relationship, highlighting the themes of jealousy, attraction, and the struggle for control.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 151** **You're Jealous** **LUCIEN'S POV** As soon as I stepped out into the open air, the training grounds buzzed with energy, a vibrant tableau of movement and sound. The rhythmic thud of boots hitting the packed earth resonated around me, a steady drumbeat that matched the pulse of my heart. Laughter floated on the crisp morning breeze, mingling with the scent of sweat and determination.

The sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays transforming the dust into a shimmering haze, illuminating the bodies in motion. Usually, this place provided me with a sanctuary, a moment of clarity where the Beta within me found its rhythm and the chaos of the world faded away. But today was different. Today, Adele was here. There she was, positioned near the center of the grounds, stretching alongside the others. The sight of her struck me like a physical blow, a punch to my gut that stole my breath.

Her training attire-form-fitting black leggings and a sleeveless top-clung to her figure as if it had been crafted with the sole purpose of driving me mad. Every curve and contour was on display, a tantalizing temptation that made it hard to think straight. When she bent forward to stretch her hamstrings, I felt the urge to growl, my fingers curling into tight fists to suppress the primal instinct rising within me. My wolf stirred, restless and eager, as if it could sense the tension in the air.

**Mine.** Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face. The sunlight caught in her hair, making it gleam like spun gold. She laughed at something one of the males said, tilting her head back slightly, and that sound-light and teasing-pierced through my chest like an arrow. And then I noticed it. The looks. One male-tall, broad-shouldered, and far too cocky for his own good-allowed his gaze to linger a moment too long on her backside as she straightened up.

His eyes roamed over her in a way that ignited a fire within me, a flash of red-hot anger blurring my vision. My jaw clenched so tightly that it felt as if it might crack. A low growl threatened to escape my throat, a primal sound that was barely contained. **Easy.** I forced myself to take deep, steady breaths, even as my wolf paced angrily within me. Every instinct screamed for me to intervene, to step in and assert my claim, to remind everyone present exactly who she belonged to. But I remained rooted in place, arms crossed, my posture rigid as a soldier at attention.

Adele turned, as if she could sense my gaze burning into her. Our eyes locked. And then she smiled. Not a sweet or shy smile, but one filled with mischief, a glint of playful defiance dancing in her eyes-pure, calculated provocation. She was fully aware of the effect she had on me. She laughed again, this time louder, when the male beside her said something I couldn't catch. Then-Goddess help me-she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. That was the breaking point. My hands clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as my wolf surged forward, furious and possessive. **Mine.

F*****g mine.** Without even realizing it, I took a step toward them. **Stop.** I forced myself to halt, my feet digging into the dirt as I fought to maintain control. I couldn't let this spiral out of hand-not here, not in front of everyone. But the effort it took to restrain myself felt like a monumental task, nearly overwhelming. **Enough.** "Everyone!" I barked, my voice slicing through the air with a sharpness that echoed across the grounds. The laughter died instantly, replaced by an abrupt silence. Bodies snapped to attention, conversations halted mid-sentence.

Heads turned toward me, spines straightening as the weight of my authority settled over them like a heavy cloak. "Take formation," I commanded, my tone sharper than necessary. They scrambled to obey, lining up quickly. Adele moved with them, taking her place effortlessly, confidence radiating from her with every step. She didn't glance my way again, but I could feel her awareness, an electric current crackling between us. I stepped forward, hands clasped behind my back, pacing slowly before the assembled group. My eyes roamed over them, but inevitably, they kept drifting back to her.

To the way she stood tall, chin lifted, lips curved in a way that suggested she was enjoying this far too much. "Today," I announced, my voice cold and controlled, "you're going to learn how to identify your opponent's weakness." I halted my pacing, my gaze locking onto Adele. And the male beside her. He leaned in slightly, murmuring something just for her, and she tilted her head, listening intently, a smile gracing her lips. Something ugly twisted in my chest. I took a step closer, my voice low and dangerous.

"Is there something," I said slowly, "you'd like to share with the rest of us?" The words were meant for the male, but my eyes remained fixed on him like a blade poised to strike. He stiffened, color draining from his face as he swallowed hard. "N-no, Beta Lucien," he stammered, eyes darting forward. Good. But Adele, on the other hand, simply smirked. Actually smirked. As if she was daring me to react. My wolf clawed at my control, snarling with rage. I could feel my nails digging deeper into my skin behind my back, the sting barely registering amidst the storm brewing within me.

I resumed my pacing, forcing myself to look away from her. "Weakness isn't always physical," I continued, my voice steady. "It's distraction. Emotion. Overconfidence. The moment you allow any of that to cloud your judgment, you lose." I halted again, this time directly in front of Adele. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, bright and unyielding. "And sometimes," I added, lowering my voice, "your opponent will use exactly that against you." Her lips twitched, as if she was fighting back a smile. She was enjoying this far too much. "Pick a partner," I instructed.

The line broke as they turned to pair off. My attention snapped back to Adele just in time to see her turn toward the same male again. He looked relieved, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to her. My vision narrowed. No. My wolf surged forward with a snarl that reverberated in my chest. "You." The word burst from me before I could rein it in. Every head turned. Adele froze mid-step, then slowly turned to me, one brow arched in surprise. "You," I repeated, pointing directly at her. My nails dug so deep into my palms that I was certain I was drawing blood.

"Come here." For a heartbeat, time itself seemed to stand still. Then Adele smiled. Slow. Sharp. Triumphant. She stepped away from the male without a word and walked toward me, her hips swaying just enough to be purposeful. I could feel every eye on us, but none of that mattered. All I could see was her. She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could catch the scent of her-clean sweat, wildflowers, and that underlying sweetness that sent my wolf into a frenzy. Her gaze flicked over my face, lingering on my clenched jaw and tight grip. "Yes, Beta?" she asked, feigning innocence.

The sound of her voice nearly shattered the fragile control I had left. "You're with me," I stated firmly. "As you wish," she replied softly, that infuriating smirk returning. I turned sharply, motioning for the others to spread out. "Everyone else," I barked, "observe." Adele trailed behind me to the center of the grounds. I halted and faced her, forcing myself to maintain a neutral posture even as my wolf prowled beneath my skin, itching to break free. "This is hand-to-hand," I said curtly. "No shifting." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Of course." I circled her slowly, assessing her stance and balance. She tracked my movements easily, her weight evenly distributed, her stance solid. It was evident she had trained hard; I could see the discipline in the way she held herself. "Your goal," I said, stopping in front of her, "is to put me on the ground." A soft laugh escaped her lips. "Confident, aren't you?" "You won't," I replied flatly, my tone unwavering. "Is that a challenge?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Yes." An electric tension sparked between us, unspoken yet palpable. "Begin," I commanded.

She was the first to move. Fast. A feint to the left, then she lunged for my arm. I blocked easily, catching her wrist and twisting, but she rolled with it, slipping free and ducking low, her shoulder colliding with my side. I staggered back, more surprised than hurt. Interesting. She didn't allow me a moment to recover, sweeping her leg out in an attempt to trip me. I jumped back just in time to avoid it. The crowd murmured in anticipation. Adele straightened, breathing a little harder now, her eyes alight with excitement. "You're distracted," she teased lightly.

I growled under my breath, irritation flaring within me. I went on the offensive, advancing quickly, forcing her back. She blocked and parried with grace and speed, but I could sense she was testing me, pushing my limits. She stepped in close, too close, her body brushing against mine as she ducked under my arm. Her hand skimmed my side, fingers grazing my ribs, and the contact sent a jolt of heat coursing through me. **Focus.** I grabbed her around the waist and spun, attempting to throw her off balance. She gasped but recovered quickly, planting her foot and twisting, breaking my hold.

We separated, both of us breathing heavily now. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted. My wolf snarled, demanding more. She tilted her head, her eyes locked onto mine. "Careful, Lucien," she said softly. "You're showing your weakness." Those words struck too close to home. I moved again, faster this time, pushing her back. She blocked my advances, but I could feel her tiring. I swept her legs out from under her, and she went down with a surprised yelp. I followed her to the ground, pinning her wrists above her head before she could recover. The world around us faded into silence.

Her body was warm beneath mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly, thighs tense around my hips. Her scent enveloped me, thick and intoxicating, a heady mix that clouded my thoughts. The crowd around us fell utterly silent. Adele stared up at me, her eyes dark and breath shaky-but there was a smile playing on her lips. "You've got me," she whispered. My control frayed dangerously. I leaned closer without meaning to, my voice rough and low. "You did that on purpose." "Did I?" she murmured, a playful challenge in her tone.

Her knee shifted, pressing against me just enough to make my breath hitch. I froze. This was a mistake. A dangerous one. I pushed myself up abruptly, releasing her and stepping back. "Get up," I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended. She rose, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. I turned away before she could see how close I was to losing it. "This session is over," I said tightly. "Dismissed." They scattered quickly, the tension buzzing in the air as they left. I stayed put, my back to Adele, breathing hard as I fought my wolf and my own raging emotions.

Behind me, I heard her footsteps approach. Soft. Unhurried. "You can't keep this up forever," she said quietly, her voice laced with a teasing undertone. I didn't turn around. I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my frustration. "Adele-" "Lucien... you're jealous," she stated, a hint of mischief in her tone. Conclusion In the aftermath of the training session, a storm of emotions swirled within me, a tempest of jealousy and desire that threatened to consume everything I had built.

The moment I pinned Adele to the ground, the world around us faded, leaving only the intoxicating connection between us. I had never felt such a potent mix of anger and attraction, and it terrified me. As I turned my back, trying to regain my composure, I could still feel the weight of her gaze, a reminder of the fierce bond we shared, one that was both exhilarating and maddening. The realization that I was not just her protector but also her rival in this game of attraction was a bitter pill to swallow, and the echo of her teasing words lingered in my mind, amplifying the chaos within me.

Adele's laughter, light and challenging, rang in my ears as I grappled with my feelings. The playful defiance in her eyes had ignited something deep inside me, a yearning I could no longer ignore. She was a force of nature, and the way she pushed my buttons only drew me closer to the edge. I had to confront my emotions, to acknowledge that beneath the layers of jealousy lay a profound connection that could no longer be denied. As I stood there, my heart racing and my wolf restless, I realized that this was only the beginning.

With the training session having unveiled not only their physical prowess but also the simmering emotions beneath the surface, the stakes are higher than ever. As the boundaries of their relationship blur, Lucien's struggle to maintain control over his wolf and his feelings for Adele will intensify. Will he be able to keep his jealousy in check, or will the primal instincts that lie within him shatter the fragile facade he's built?

Moreover, the dynamics among the pack will shift as the other members begin to take notice of the undeniable chemistry between the Beta and the fiery female warrior. As whispers circulate and alliances form, Lucien will find himself navigating not only his complicated feelings but also the reactions of those around them. With Adele's playful defiance challenging his authority, readers can anticipate a series of confrontations that could either strengthen their bond or tear them apart. Will Lucien's jealousy lead to a deeper understanding of their connection, or will it push Adele away?