Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

106 Rage and Terror Rage and Terror LUCIEN'S POV Claim I stood beside King Maximus, arms crossed tight over my chest, trying to focus on what the patrol warrior was saying. The man-Rylan, one of our best border scouts-stood rigid, voice steady but urgent. "Three humans, Your Majesty. Survey equipment. They were spotted just inside the western ridge of Crescent Moon territory this morning. Drones too-one small, one larger. They didn't cross the ward line, but they were mapping. Taking photos. Talking about 'prime real estate' and 'clearing for access roads." Maximus's jaw ticked.

"How long were they there?" "Twenty-three minutes. Left in a black car. License plate obscured. We've got partial tracks." The king nodded slowly. "Double the patrols tonight. No engagement unless they cross the ward. We scare, we don't show." Rylan dipped his head. "Understood, sire." I tried to listen. Tried to care about the humans creeping closer to our sacred land. But every word felt distant, like it was coming through water. My mind kept drifting back to last night-Andrea's bruises, the man I'd seen Naomi with. The man that looked like him.

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to shake off the unease. And then it happened. A sharp tug-right behind my eyes. Like someone had hooked a line straight into my brain and yanked. Then her voice-clear, terrified, slicing through the mind link like a scream in the dark. 'Lucien! Your father! Your father is alive!' Everything stopped. My heart slammed once-hard-then seemed to freeze mid-beat. The world tilted. I could still hear Rylan talking, Maximus responding, but it was muffled, far away. All I could hear was her. Adele. My mate. Screaming my name through the bond.

I reached back instantly, pouring everything into the link. O 1/4 < 106 Rage and Terror 'Adele? Adele!' Nothing. Just silence. Dead, hollow silence where her warmth should have been. My stomach dropped through the floor. "Are you okay, Lucien?" Maximus's voice cut through the fog, sharp with concern. I shook my head-slow at first, then harder, like I could shake the truth away. "No," I rasped. "I can't feel Adele. I can't... she just told me my father is alive." Clam The king's brows snapped together. "What do you mean by that? I thought your father was dead." Maximus's expression darkened.

"Then how-" "I don't know!" The words ripped out of me. "Excuse me, Your Majesty. I have to go check on her." I didn't wait for permission. I turned and ran. Boots pounding stone, heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt. The corridors blurred- servants jumping out of my way, doors flying open as I shoved through them. Every second stretched into eternity. Every heartbeat screamed her name. 'Adele! Answer me!' Still nothing. The bond was there-faint, thready-but her presence was gone. Like someone had cut the line.

I reached our bedroom door and shoved it open so hard it banged against the wall. "Adele! Adele, are you in here?" Empty. The bed was still made. The room smelled faintly of her-lavender and warmth-but she wasn't there. Panic clawed up my throat. I spun on my heel and sprinted toward Andrea's room. She'd said she was going to check on him. That was the last thing she'd told me before I left for patrol. I skidded around the corner. Jax was still posted outside the door, back straight, eyes alert. 2/4 < Vote 3.6K Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.