Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

083 The DNA Results +25 Bonus The DNA Results LUCIEN'S POV The air in Maximus's office felt like it had turned to stone-heavy, unyielding, pressing down on all of us. I stood there, arms still crossed, my back against the wall, watching the chaos unfold like a storm I couldn't stop. Damien's face was flushed red, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Emilia. Hell, I was staring too. "Let them come"? What kind of madness was that?

We'd just spent the last ten minutes laying out how these humans-Scarlett and her greedy Salvatore company-were sniffing around our sacred Crescent Moon territory like vultures circling a fresh kill. And now our queen was suggesting we roll out the welcome mat? Damien exploded first, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip. "What are you saying, Emilia? Letting humans anywhere near our lands is putting our secret in danger!" I shifted my weight, my wolf stirring restlessly inside me. He was right.

The Crescent Moon wasn't just dirt and trees; it was our history, etched into every rock and root. The ancient shifting grounds where pups learned to embrace their beasts under the moon's glow. The hidden caves where elders passed down stories of the first packs. Burial sites that held the bones of our ancestors, guarded by wards only we could sense. If humans started poking around with their surveys and bulldozers, one slip-up-one shifter caught mid- change, one unearthed artifact they couldn't explain-and our world would shatter.

Humans thought we were myths, fairy tales for bedtime stories or blockbuster movies. We needed it to stay that way. Exposure meant hunts, labs, governments turning us into weapons or experiments. It meant the end of everything we'd fought to protect for centuries. Emilia didn't flinch under Damien's glare. She sat there on the couch, one hand cradling her pregnant belly like it was the most natural thing in the world, her expression calm as a still lake. "I know what I'm doing," she said simply, her voice steady, not a hint of doubt.

Damien threw his hands up, pacing faster now, his boots thudding against the polished floor. "Seriously, Emilia? This is suicidal, and you know we can't risk something like that!" He turned to Maximus, desperation edging into his tone. "Brother, tell me you're not buying this. We've got patrols, wards-everything set up to keep outsiders away. Letting them in? That's like handing them a map to our throats!" Maximus leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, that kingly composure of his never cracking.

He glanced at Emilia with a look I knew all too well-trust, absolute and unwavering. "She's right," he said quietly, "Let them come." I felt a knot twist in my gut. Maximus wasn't one to make rash calls; he'd led us through wars and betrayals with an iron fist wrapped in strategy. But this? It reeked of risk. My mind raced back to the reports I'd reviewed earlier today-patrol logs showing increased human activity near the borders, whispers of land deals floating in the wind. Scarlett's visit to Damien's office wasn't random; these humans were organized, backed by money and influence.

Salvatore's wasn't some small-time outfit, they built empires, resorts that swallowed up wild lands and spit out luxury for the elite. If they got a foothold, we'd be fighting on two fronts: keeping our secret and reclaiming what was ours. Damien stopped dead in his tracks, running his fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the strands like he 083 The DNA Results +25 Bonus could pull the frustration right out of his skull. "This is crazy," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm out of here. "He stormed toward the door, his shoulders tense, every step radiating anger.

The door slammed behind him with a bang that echoed through the halls, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. I pushed off the wall, stepping closer to the desk, my eyes flicking between Maximus and Emilia. The tension in the room hadn't eased; if anything, it coiled tighter, like a predator waiting to strike. "What's your plan?" I asked, keeping my voice low, controlled. As beta, it was my job to see the angles, to back the King's play even when it twisted my insides. But I needed to understand. Blind faith wasn't my style. Emilia looked up at me, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

She adjusted her position on the couch, her blue dress shifting softly, the light from the windows catching the fabric like ripples on water. "Do you think they'll want to buy a place with wild animals?" she asked, her tone almost casual, like she was discussing the weather. I frowned, crossing my arms again. "What are you talking about?" She shrugged, that smile growing a fraction wider, but her eyes were sharp-calculating. "Isn't it obvious? We would scare them away. Nobody would want to come to a resort where they'll be scared for their lives.

Although I know humans are stupid...I don't think they'll be that stupid." The pieces clicked into place slowly, like a puzzle I'd been staring at upside down. Scare them away. Not with lawyers or bribes or shadowy deals in back rooms-no, this was primal. Wolf-style. Let them come, survey the land, feel the "wildlife" closing in. Growls in the night, shadows darting through the trees, maybe a few " accidents" that screamed danger without spilling blood. Humans loved their luxury, but they feared the unknown more. A resort built on haunted grounds? Forget it.

They'd run back to their concrete cities, tails between their legs, without ever knowing the truth. I let out a slow breath, nodding as the plan settled in my mind. "So the bright plan is to scare them away.' She nodded, her hand still rubbing gentle circles over her belly. "Exactly. We control the narrative. Let them think it's too wild, too untamed for their fancy villas and spas. A few staged encounters, and they'll back off on their own. No fights, no exposure-just humans being humans, afraid of what they can't control." Maximus finally spoke up, his voice rumbling with approval.

"It's clean. Effective." It sounded good, but doubt lingered in the back of my mind. Humans were getting bolder, armed with drones and tech that pierced the veil we'd hidden behind for so long. What if they didn't scare easy? What if this Scarlett or her bosses pushed harder, digging into records, hiring private eyes? I glanced at Emilia, wondering how deep her plan went. The room felt a little less suffocating now, the tension easing into something actionable, I could already picture it: coordinating with the guards, setting up shifts to shadow the survey teams, unleashing controlled chaos.

Growls echoing through the valleys, eyes glowing in the dark just long enough to unsettle. No kills, no traces- just enough to plant the seed of fear. It was risky, but it beat outright war. I opened my mouth to ask for details-timelines, teams, contingencies-when a sharp knock echoed on the door. My heart skipped, then started pounding hard, like a drum in my chest. Who the hell was interrupting now? We were in the middle of kingdom business; guards knew better than to barge in unless it was urgent.

2/3 083 The DNA Results +25 Bonus Maximus called out, "Enter." The door creaked open, and in walked Dr. Harlan, our pack's new head physician. His white coat was crisp as always. In his hand, he clutched a sealed envelope-plain, unassuming, but it hit me like a gut punch. The report. Naomi's claim. Andrea's wide eyes calling me "Daddy." The DNA test. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out everything else. I'd pushed it to the back of my mind, burying myself in work, in Adele, in anything to avoid the truth. But here it was, staring me down. Was the kid mine?

A product of some forgotten night with Naomi before Adele crashed into my life? Or was it all a lie, a scheme to claw her way back into power? Dr. Harlan's eyes met mine, professional but knowing. "Beta Lucien," he said, his voice even. "The report is ready." The words hung there, heavy as lead, the envelope in his hand feeling like a ticking bomb. My throat went dry. Adele's face flashed in my mind-her trust, her love, the mark we'd exchanged. What if this shattered everything? I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

The room spun, the plan against the humans fading into nothing as my world narrowed to that single piece of paper. What the hell was inside it? DR4 Cont Run From This +25 Bonus Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.