Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

I'll Kill Her LUCIEN'S POV +25 Bonus The walk back to our bedroom felt like the longest damn hallway in the palace. My hand was wrapped around Adele's, her fingers warm and steady against mine, but my mind was a whirlwind. The slap I'd walked in on-Naomi on her knees, Adele's eyes blazing with fury-should have been the highlight of my shitty day. Seeing Adele stand her ground like that, fierce and unyielding, had stirred something primal in My wolf approved, growling low in satisfaction. But now, with every step, the weight of that envelope in my pocket grew heavier. The DNA results.

Positive. Andrea was mine. A son I never knew about, from a night I barely remembered. How the hell was I supposed to drop this on her after everything? After hoping this was all a lie. We pushed through the door, the familiar scent of our space hitting me. I let go of her hand, closing the door behind us with a soft click that echoed too loud in my head. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, like it was waiting for the storm to break. Adele turned to me, her eyes searching mine in the soft light. She crossed her arms loosely, tilting her head.

" What is it?" I sighed, heavy and ragged, rubbing a hand over my face. The words stuck in my throat, but I forced them out." The DNA test is out." Her expression shifted-subtle, but I caught it. A flicker in her eyes, a slight tightening of her lips. She studied me for a beat, like she was reading every line on my face. "Judging by your expression," she said quietly, "it's positive." The room went still. I couldn't speak at first. Just stood there, the weight of it pressing down. My heart hammered so hard I thought she could hear it. Finally, I nodded-slow, reluctant, like admitting defeat.

She blinked once, then said, "Okay." Okay? The word hung there, simple and flat, like we'd just decided on dinner. I stared at her, confusion crashing through me like a wave. That's it? No explosion? No tears? I'd braced for the hurt to carve lines into her face, for the betrayal to flash in her eyes. Hell, I'd spent the whole walk here rehearsing apologies, explanations, begging if I had to. But this... this calm? It threw me off balance. "Okay?" I echoed, my voice rougher than I intended. "That's it?" She didn't answer right away. Instead, she stepped closer, unfolding her arms.

Her scent wrapped around me calming, intoxicating-and before I could process it, her hands slid up my chest, wrapping around my neck. Her fingers tangled in the hair at my nape, pulling me down slightly. Instinct took over; my hands found her waist, gripping the soft curve of her hips, holding her close. But my mind raced. What was this? Comfort? Or the prelude to something worse? 1/3 006 Dkal Her +25 Bonus "Darling..." she murmured, and my heart skipped a beat at the endearment. It was soft, intimate, like a secret between us. Her eyes locked on mine, steady and intense, drawing me in.

I swallowed hard, my thumbs tracing small circles on her sides through her shirt. "Adele-" "Did you forget we marked each other last night?" she continued, her voice low, almost a whisper. "Which means we'll accept each other's flaws and mistakes." The words hit me square in the chest. Last night-the heat, the passion, the way our wolves had bonded completely. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the fresh marks on our necks throbbed in reminder. I searched her face, looking for the crack, the hidden pain. But she held my gaze, unflinching.

"You have a child with another woman," she said, matter-of-fact, but there was an edge to it now. "Which wasn't your fault. According to her, you were drunk. So the child...I'll accept." Relief flooded me, hot and sudden, but it mixed with disbelief. Accept? Just like that? My grip on her waist tightened, pulling her flush against me. Her body molded to mine, warm and familiar, but the tension didn't ease. It coiled tighter, like a spring ready to snap. "You're serious?" She nodded, but then her expression darkened.

She lifted one hand from my neck, bringing her fingers to my lips, pressing gently to silence me. Her touch was light, but it sent a jolt through me. Then she leaned in closer, her lips hovering over mine-close enough to feel her breath, but not touching. Teasing. Torturing. "But if I..." she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that made my pulse race, "...see his mother anywhere near you..." The words trailed off, but her eyes-goddess, her eyes-burned with something fierce. Possessive.

She closed the tiny gap just enough for her lips to brush mine as she finished: "I'll kill her." Something about the way she said it-so calm, so matter-of-fact, laced with that dark promise-made my wolf growl deep in my chest in approval. Raw, primal agreement. Heat surged through me, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. My hands flexed on her waist, pulling her even tighter, feeling the curve of her against me. She was mine, but damn, in that moment, I felt owned. Claimed in a way that stirred every instinct I had.

"You're not mad?" I asked, my voice coming out rough, almost a growl. She pulled back just enough to look at me, her fingers still tracing my lips. A small hum escaped her-low, thoughtful. "I'm very mad." Her eyes narrowed, that intensity flaring again. "Very, very mad. But it's not the child's fault. I can't hate him. So I'll accept him. But you see that bitch Naomi..." She chuckled then-a dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't amused; it was dangerous. Like the laugh of a predator toying with prey. "She thinks she can get her hands on you.

But you're mine." My wolf howled inside, thrilled, but my human side tensed. I leaned down, my forehead resting against hers, breathing her in. "I'm yours," I whispered, the words fierce and true. "Good," she said simply, her lips curving into a small smile. We stood there like that, wrapped in each other, the room silent except for our breaths syncing up. Her hands 2/3 +25 Bonus around my neck, mine on her waist-It should have felt like resolution. Like we'd dodged a bullet.

Relief tried to settle in, warming my chest, making me want to pull her to the bed and lose myself in her, celebrate that she wasn't running. But doubt crept in, slow and insidious. Was this too casy? Too calm? I'd expected fire-yelling, tears, maybe even her pulling away. Instead, this quiet acceptance. It unnerved me. They say the calm always comes before the storm. And men should be wary of women when they're calm-because it means they're planning something. Plotting in that quiet space where anger simmers below the surface. What was she planning?

The question gnawed at me, turning the warmth in my veins to ice. Was she really okay with Andrea? Or was this the start of something bigger-a resentment building, a wall going up brick by brick? Would she look at the boy and see Naomi? See my mistake staring back at her? My hands tightened on her waist again, almost involuntarily, like I could hold her here forever and keep the storm at bay. But the not-knowing...it was scarier than any fight. Scarier than the hurt I'd braced for. I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes again.

They were soft now, that intensity banked like embers waiting for wind. "Adele-" She shushed me with a finger to my lips again, her smile widening just a fraction. Too calm. Too composed. And in that moment, the tension twisted tighter, leaving me hanging on the edge, wondering what came next. COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus Comments Support Share GET IT 3/3 X +25 Bonus OS7. The Calm Before The Storm LUCIEN'S POV "Is that all?" Adele asked, her voice light, almost teasing, like we'd just wrapped up a casual chat about the weather.

I opened my mouth to say something-anything-to fill the heavy silence, but the words stuck. Yeah? No? 1 didn't know, Before I could figure it out, she tugged me down by the neck, her fingers firm in my hair, and kissed me. Soft at first, then deeper, her lips pressing against mine with that familiar heat that always set my blood on fire. I kissed her back fiercely, my hands sliding from her waist to her back, crushing her against me. God, she tasted like home-like everything I needed and didn't deserve.

My wolf surged forward, wanting more, wanting to claim her all over again right there on the bed. But underneath the desire, fear gnawed at me. Real, gut-twisting fear. This calm of hers... It felt wrong, Too perfect. Like I was walking on eggshells, one wrong step away from shattering everything. What if this was the eye of the storm? What if she was holding back, and any second now, the dam would break? She pulled away first, her breath mingling with mine, a small smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite read-affection? Or calculation?

"We should have dinner later," she said casually, like it was no big deal. "As a family. I want to get to know your son. What's his name again?" The words hit me like a cold splash of water. Dinner? As a family? With Andrea? My mind reeled, trying to catch up. "Andrea," I managed, my voice rough, barely above a whisper. She nodded, still smiling. "That's nice. I have to go right now-the kids must be waiting for me." She leaned in for a quick kiss-peck on the lips, gone before I could react-and then she was pulling away, heading for the door. I stood there, frozen, watching her go.

The door clicked shut behind her, and the room felt empty, echoing with the ghost of her presence. My heart hammered in my chest, loud and erratic, like it was trying to break free. What just happened? Acceptance? Dinner plans? I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots, and a laugh bubbled up-sharp, disbelieving. "What the fuck?" My legs felt like jelly, weak and unsteady. I stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto the edge, my eyes glued to the door. Any second now, she'd burst back in. Explode. Yell. Cry. Tell me she couldn't do this after all.

The tension coiled in my gut, waiting, waiting. But nothing. The door stayed shut. The palace hummed faintly outside- guards changing shifts, distant voices-but in here, silence. Was I overthinking it? Maybe she really was okay. Maybe the bond we'd sealed last night was strong enough to weather this. Andrea wasn't a threat; he was just a kid. Innocent. And Adele... she was tough. Fierce. She'd slapped Naomi down without hesitation earlier. If anyone could handle this, it was her. But doubt whispered in the back of my mind. Women like Adele didn't just swallow things like it was nothing.

That dark chuckle of hers, the whispered threat-it lingered, sending chills down my spine. Planning. She had to be planning something. Revenge on Naomi? A test for me? Or worse-pulling away slowly, day by day, until the space between us grew too wide to bridge? 1/3 Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.