Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

2013 The doing Home $25 Bonus I'm Going Home ADELE'S POV I pushed myself to my feet slowly, my body still humming from pain, anger, and something far more confusing. When I looked at Lucien, his eyes were no longer just angry. They were murderous. Dark. Sharp. Locked on Alpha Derek like he was an enemy standing on his land instead of a respected Alpha inside the King's pal. The air around him felt heavier, thick with restrained violence, and my wolf curled uneasily inside my chest. Alpha Derek noticed it too. He straightened immediately and dipped his head in a respectful bow.

"Beta Lucien," he greeted calmly. Lucien didn't blink. Didn't move. Didn't return the greeting. The silence stretched, tense enough that I felt it crawling over my skin. It was the kind of silence that came right before blood spilled. I could almost hear the growls building beneath the surface, feel the challenge hanging in the air between them. I couldn't do this. Not now. Not with my emotions already shredded beyond repair. I turned away from Lucien before he could say my name again.

Before he could look at me like that-like I was something he owned, something he was angry someone else had touched, even though he couldn't be bothered to touch me himself. My gaze found Derek instead. I forced my lips into a small smile, even though my chest ached. "Alpha Derek," I said softly. "Thank you. For helping me." He studied my face for a moment, like he wanted to say something more. Something careful. Something loaded. "You're welcome," he replied simply. I gestured awkwardly at the jacket draped around my shoulders. "I...I'll wash it and return it to you.

He shook his head immediately. "It's fine. You don't have to." "I insist," I said gently. His lips twitched like he almost smiled. "Alright. If that makes you feel better." I nodded. 1/4 All the while, I could feel Lucien's stare burning into the side of my face. It was intense, almost physical, like hands pressing into my skin. My wolf reacted instinctively, stirring, recognizing him, aching in a way that made my stomach twist. But I didn't turn to him. I refused to give him that. Without another word, I stepped past both of them and walked down the corridor toward my room.

Each step was steady, controlled, even though my heart was racing like it wanted to tear its way out of my chest. "Adele" Lucien's voice followed me. Low. Rough. Commanding, I didn't stop. I reached my door and wrapped my fingers around the handle. My hand shook, but I forced it still. I opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind me before I could change my mind. The sound echoed through the room, loud and final. I leaned back against the door, my forehead resting against the cool wood as my breath finally broke free.

My chest heaved, lungs burning, emotions crashing over me all at once. God, I felt so stupid. So unbearably stupid. Why was I doing this to myself? Why was I forcing him to want me when he clearly didn't? My hands slid down the door slowly as I sank to the floor, my knees pulling to my chest. The silence inside the room pressed in on me, broken only by my uneven breathing. I had always believed my mate would love me. Truly love me. I used to lie awake at night imagining him-what he'd look like, how he'd smile at me, how his voice would soften when he said my name.

I imagined someone who couldn't get enough of me. Someone who touched me like I was precious, like I was everything. Someone obsessed with me. Not someone who flinched from me. Not someone who avoided my gaze, who kept his distance, who treated me like a responsibility instead of a desire. My chest tightened painfully. If Lucien didn't want me... then I didn't want him. The thought felt like both a lie and a truth wrapped together. My body betrayed me anyway. 2/4 25 Bonus Heat curled low in my belly, warm and insistent.

My nipples tightened painfully beneath the thin fabric of my nightgown, my skin overly sensitive, like my wolf was screaming at me for denying what it wanted. I pressed my thighs together and let out a shaky sigh. "This is ridiculous," I whispered to the empty room. I pushed myself up and crossed the room to my closet. Standing still wasn't helping. Thinking wasn't helping I needed to do something before I completely unraveled. I yanked open the closet door and grabbed the nearest travel bag I could find. It landed on the bed with a dull thud. Fine.

If he didn't want me, I would go where I was wanted. Home. I started throwing clothes into the bag without caring what they were-shirts, pants, undergarments, dresses. My movements were fast and rough, fueled by anger and hurt and pride all tangled together. I wasn't going to stay here and beg for scraps of affection. I wasn't going to stand around waiting for a man who clearly didn't know what he wanted. My hands paused briefly as I held one of my favorite dresses. A soft one. The kind I'd worn hoping-stupidly- that maybe he'd look at me differently.

I shoved it into the bag harder than necessary. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I blinked them back fiercely. I would not cry over this. Not again. A soft knock sounded at the door. My heart jumped violently. "Adele," Lucien's voice came through, muffled but unmistakable. "Open the door." I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run to him, to open the door, to let him explain-whatever explanation he had ready. My wolf paced restlessly under my skin, torn between anger and longing. I tightened my grip on the fabric in my hands.

"No," I said aloud, even though he couldn't hear me clearly, "Not this time." Another knock. Louder. "Adele, please. We need to talk." I laughed bitterly under my breath. Talk. 3/4 013 in Doing Home +25 Bonus We'd had plenty of chances for that. I zipped the bag shut and grabbed another one from the closet, repeating the process. My hands moved automatically now, my mind numb, my heart aching with every breath. "Adele," he called again, his voice rougher now. "I know you're in there." I slung the strap of the first bag over my shoulder. "Go away," I whispered, my throat tight.

There was a pause on the other side of the door. Then, softer. Almost broken. "I'm sorry." The words punched the air from my lungs. I closed my eyes, pressing my lips together as my chest trembled. Sorry wasn't enough. It couldn't erase the way he made me feel invisible. It couldn't undo the nights I spent wondering what was wrong with me. I moved toward the door anyway, stopping just inches away. My hand hovered near the handle, my body trembling with the effort it took not to open it. "Open the door," he said quietly.

"Please." I rested my forehead against the wood again, mirroring him without him knowing. "I can't," I whispered. "You don't want me." "That's not true." A humorless smile curved my lips. "Then why does it feel like this?" I asked, even though he couldn't hear me. "Why do I feel unwanted by my own mate?" Silence answered me. And that was all I needed. I straightened, wiped at my eyes quickly, and grabbed my bags. If Lucien didn't want me, then I was done trying to make him. I was going home. And this time, I wasn't looking back.

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