Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

4/5 < 100. Who Is He ? +25 Points Who Is He ? LUCIEN'S POV I stood frozen in the shadowed corridor , heart hammering so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs . The moonlight had caught his profile for less than two seconds , but that was enough . The sharp jaw. The scar slicing down the left temple . The way he rolled his shoulders when he walked away . My father . The man I'd killed . The monster I'd driven a silver dagger through the chest years ago , watching the light fade from his eyes while he cursed my name with his last breath . There was no way . No fucking way .

I shook my head hard , once , twice , like I could shake the image loose . My mind was playing tricks . Stress . Exhaustion . The night had been too long , too heavy- Andrea's bruises , Naomi's threats , Adele's quiet strength holding everything together . My brain was just stitching shadows into old ghosts . That had to be it . I dragged a hand down my face , breath ragged . The corridor smelled of cold stone and old wax from the wall sconces . Everything felt too quiet , too still , like the palace itself was waiting for me to lose it .

Before I could talk myself out of it , my legs were already moving . Naomi was still standing where he'd left her - back pressed against the wall , one hand cradling her slapped cheek , eyes wide and glassy . She looked smaller than I'd ever seen her , like the fight had drained right out of her the second his hand connected , She didn't hear me coming . When I was three steps away , I spoke . " Naomi ." 1/4 ( 100 Who Is He? +25 Points She jumped - actually jumped - spinning toward me with a sharp gasp , hand flying to her throat like I'd pulled a weapon .

For a heartbeat she looked genuinely terrified . Then recognition hit , and the mask snapped back into place - anger , defiance , that familiar bitter edge . " What the hell do you want now ? " she snapped , voice shaking just enough to betray her . I didn't answer right away . I stepped closer , deliberately slow , letting my boots echo on the stone so she could feel every inch of distance closing between us . " Who was that ? " I asked , voice low . The kind of low that made even seasoned warriors shift uncomfortably . Her eyes darted to the side , then back to me .

" How is that any of your business ? " I narrowed my eyes on her . She tilted her head , folding her hands . " Afraid I'll take your son and run away ? " I laughed ... short , ugly . " You can't . So I have nothing to worry about . " Silence stretched between us , heavy and deliberate . Then I leaned in just enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes . " What I'm curious about ," I said slowly , " is what kind of conversation you were having with that man ... and what you said that made him slap you ." Her breath hitched .

She tried to cover it with a scoff , but I heard it - the tiny crack in her armor . " I don't owe you a damn thing ," she spat . I smiled . Small . Cold . The smile I used when I was about to tear someone's world apart and they didn't know it yet . " That's right ," I said softly . " You don't . But what do you think will happen if I walk into the King's office tomorrow morning and tell the king I saw you in a dark corner talking to a strange man... and that he slapped you ? You think he'll just shrug ? Or do you think he'll start asking questions ? Digging ?

Because you know how thorough he is when something smells suspicious ." 2/4 : < 100 Who Is He ? Her face went pale . " You wouldn't dare ," she whispered . I leaned closer . Close enough to see the pulse jumping in her throat . " Try me . " The words dropped like stones into deep water . She stared at me - really stared - like she was seeing me for the first time . Her lips trembled . She looked left , right , like she expected someone to save her . Then , so quiet I almost missed it : " My mate . " The words hung between us . I blinked . " What ?

" " My mate ," she repeated , louder this time , voice cracking . " That was my mate . " The corridor seemed to shrink around me . Everything went still . I grabbed her arm harder this time . " Who is he , Naomi ? Really ? " She winced , trying to pull away . " I told you - my mate ! " " Liar . " Tears welled in her eyes - real or fake , I couldn't tell . " Please , Lucien - Beta - just let it go . For Andrea's sake . " +25 Points The mention of his name snapped something in me . Andrea . Bruised . Scared . Running from her . I released her arm , shoving her back a step .

" If I find out you're lying - if that man has anything to do with hurting my son - I'll end you both . " She stared at me , face pale , eyes wide . 3/4 < 100. Who is He ? Then she turned and fled down the hall , footsteps echoing like a fading heartbeat . I stood there , alone in the shadows , chest heaving . My mind raced - pieces slamming together , questions multiplying . Who was he ? Why did he look like ... him ?

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