Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

051 The Gift +25 Bonus The Gift ROSE'S POV I sat cross-legged on the big bed in our bedroom back in the werewolf territory, the laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet except for the soft rustle of Damien moving around in the walk-in closet. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long minute before I finally typed the letters. BDSM. Enter. The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly. 39.66 Pictures. Articles. Videos.

Words I'd never seen before-words like 'submissive," "dominant," "flogging," "bondage," impact play." There were lists of toys: cuffs, paddles, ropes, plugs. Descriptions of scenes that made my heart race and my stomach flip all at once. Oh goddess. What had I gotten myself into? I scrolled too fast, eyes wide, heat crawling up my neck and into my cheeks. Some of it looked... intense. Really intense. Painful. Scary. But other parts-descriptions of trust, surrender, pleasure so deep it broke you open-made something low in my belly twist in a way that wasn't fear at all. Still.

Did I really say yes to this? Could I actually handle it? I didn't even know what kind Damien liked. Spanking was one thing-he'd done that, and I'd loved it-but what if he wanted more? What if he wanted things that would leave marks? Things that would make me cry? My breath came shorter. I clicked on a beginner's guide, then quickly clicked away when the images got too graphic. I was so lost in the screen that I didn't hear him until his voice came from the closet doorway. "Baby, help me pick." I slammed the laptop shut so fast it almost fell off my lap. My heart jumped into my throat.

I shoved a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to look normal even though my face felt like it was on fire. Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, low-slung gray sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips. God, the man was unfair. Every muscle in his chest and abs stood out in the sunlight, that perfect V disappearing under the waistband. His dark hair was messy from running his hands through it, and those sharp blue eyes were fixed on me with a lazy, knowing look. He raised one brow. "Why do you look so flustered?" I shook my head too quickly. "Nothing.

I'm fine." His mouth curved into a slow, sexy smirk that told me he didn't believe me for a second. But he let it go-for now. He stepped fully into the room, holding two suits on hangers. One lack, one navy blue. Both would look devastating on him, because everything did. "Which one?" he asked, voice low and warn. I pointed at the navy gray, trying to steady my voice. "That one." He grinned, eyes lighting up. "You have such good taste." He turned to go back into the closet, and I finally let out the breath'd been holding. My shoulders relaxed- Until his head popped back out.

1/3 D51 The Gir +25 Bonus "Aren't you going to start getting ready? We'll be late for the ball." "Coming!" I called, jumping off the bed. I hurried to the closet, grabbing out a navy blue dress. It was simple but elegant-soft fabric that hugged my body without being too tight, off-the-shoulder sleeves, flowing down to my ankles with a slit up one side. I slipped it on, then added silver heels and the delicate silver necklace and earrings Damien had given me last month. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror and gave a little twirl, watching the fabric move.

Strong hands clapped behind me. "Gorgeous. Gorgeous," Damien said, voice full of pride and heat. I turned, laughing softly, and found him already dressed in the navy blue suit. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the pants tailored to his powerful legs. The white shirt underneath was open at the collar, showing just enough skin to make my mouth dry. He looked like a king-dangerous, beautiful, mine. He walked toward me slowly, eyes roaming over every inch of me like he was memorizing it. "You look perfect," he murmured, stopping right in front of me.

One hand slid to my waist, pulling me close. His thumb traced slow circles over the fabric. "Every male at that ball is going to wish he was me tonight." I bit my lip, warmth spreading through me. "And every female is going to wish she was me." His eyes darkened, that possessive spark I loved flashing in them. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "Good. Let them wish." He kissed the spot just below my ear...soft, teasing...then pulled back with a wicked little smile. "One more thing is missing." I raised my brows.

"What?" He walked to the bedside drawer, opened it, and pulled out a small red box tied with a black ribbon. My heart gave a funny little flip. He came back to me, eyes locked on mine, and held it out. "What's that?" I asked, voice softer now. "You'll see." He untied the ribbon slowly, deliberately, drawing it out until my pulse was racing. Then he lifted the lid. My breath hitched.

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