Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 26 Summary In Chapter 26 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," titled "The King's Robe," the tension between Maximus and Emilia reaches a boiling point. Maximus finds himself in a vulnerable position as Emilia teases him in the shower, her actions igniting a mix of frustration and desire within him. Despite his overwhelming urge to claim her, he struggles to maintain control, commanding her to leave while battling his own primal instincts. Emilia, however, revels in her power over him, mocking him as she exits, leaving him frustrated and on edge.

As Emilia steps out of the shower, she takes the opportunity to don the King's luxurious robe, a symbol of her defiance and newfound confidence. The robe, heavy and warm, signifies her victory over Maximus, who believed he held all the power in their dynamic. As she walks through the palace corridors, the guards' shocked reactions underscore her boldness, and she embraces the attention, fully aware of the implications of wearing the King's garment. Inside her quarters, the atmosphere is charged with gossip about an upcoming summit where all the Alphas will gather.

This news sparks Emilia's imagination, presenting her with a potential opportunity to escape the confines of the palace. She begins to formulate a plan, realizing that with the King's focus diverted, she can slip away unnoticed. The excitement of plotting her escape fills her with adrenaline, and she feels a sense of exhilaration at the thought of breaking free from the King's grasp. Despite the risks involved, Emilia is determined to execute her plan. She knows that the King will not let her go easily, and the stakes are high.

However, she pushes aside her fears, focusing instead on the thrill of the challenge ahead. The chapter closes with a sense of anticipation as Emilia prepares for her escape, confident that tomorrow will be her chance to reclaim her freedom. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **TITLE: Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 26** **Chapter 26 - The King's Robe** **Maximus's POV** She remained on her knees, her head tilted just enough for me to catch that dangerous, smug glint in her eye. It was a look that sent a jolt through my entire being, taut with tension.

Every fiber of my body screamed at me to seize her, to pin her against the cold tile and make her pay for that infuriating tone. But I held myself back-at least for the moment. Instead, I chose to observe. Without waiting for a response, her hand rose, fingers curling around my shaft with a featherlight touch. I inhaled sharply, the sudden contact igniting a fire within me. It was a gentle caress at first, just enough to remind me of her presence... and enough to make my cock twitch in her grip. Her smirk grew wider.

The sponge in her other hand followed suit, sliding down my length with an infuriating slowness that made my blood boil. She feigned concentration, her brows furrowing as if she were polishing something of great value, but I knew better. She was fully aware of the effect she was having on me. Goddess. Every few moments, she would squeeze-just enough to drive me wild, pretending it was merely part of her washing routine. My veins throbbed, pulsing with a mixture of frustration and desire, and I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to unleash the beast within.

She continued her torment, sliding the sponge lower, brushing over my balls with deliberate care. That facade of focus was nothing but a ruse-she knew exactly what she was doing. My thighs tightened, and I struggled to remain rooted in place. "You seem rather... tense, Your Majesty," she remarked casually, as if we were discussing the weather. "Emilia." My voice came out in a low growl, laced with warning. "Yes?" Her gaze flicked up to meet mine, her hand still moving lazily, pretending to clean while she toyed with me.

The air in the shower was thick with steam and something far more intoxicating. My breaths were coming in deep, ragged gasps, my abs tightening with every brush of her fingers against the sensitive skin beneath. I could feel my eyes threatening to flicker, the beast within me pushing forward, demanding that I take what was mine. But she was not finished with her game. I felt her breath ghost over my length, a deliberate act that could not have been accidental. She was fully aware of the power she held in that moment.

Switching hands, she let the sponge fall to the side, opting for her bare palm instead. She wrapped her fingers around me completely, stroking me slowly from base to tip, and then-her thumb pressed against the head, smearing the bead of moisture there as if she were testing the texture of forbidden fruit. A growl erupted from my chest, primal and filled with need. "Enough." My voice was rough, dangerous, but she merely tilted her head, feigning innocence as if she hadn't heard me. "Enough?" she echoed softly, her thumb circling the tip once more, teasing me relentlessly.

My claws emerged fully now, sharp points pricking my palms as I fought the overwhelming urge to take her right there. The scent of my own blood mingled with the humid air, and I felt the precarious edge of losing control. In a swift motion, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so quickly that she gasped, her wet hair whipping against my chest. Her eyes widened, innocent... too innocent. "What's wrong?" she asked, batting her lashes as if she hadn't just been on the verge of bringing me to my knees.

"I was only serving the king." I stared at her, my breathing ragged, the muscles in my chest rising and falling against hers. Every part of me screamed to claim her. To make her choke on that smug mouth until she uttered my name like a sacred prayer. Instead, I forced myself to turn away. If I didn't, I knew there would be no stopping what would happen next. "Leave," I commanded, my voice tight with restraint. "You may go." There was a pause, and I could feel her gaze lingering on my back, practically hear the smirk forming on her lips.

Then, in a low, mocking tone, she replied, "It was such a pleasure serving the king." I closed my eyes, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air. I could hear the soft splashes of her steps as she exited the shower, a cool draft following her departure. My cock remained painfully hard, my body wound like a bowstring ready to snap. She was doing this deliberately. And soon... she would discover just how much that would cost her. A low, wicked laugh escaped my lips as I reached for the towel. The steam clung to my skin, making it warm and slick beneath the soft fabric.

But my amusement wasn't due to the water; no, it stemmed from the fact that I had just left her standing there in that shower, hard, frustrated, and pretending to maintain control. One thing people didn't know about me-hell, one thing they couldn't possibly fathom while they whispered insults about my appearance-was that when it came to driving a man to the brink, I was an artist. A master. The kind of dangerous woman mothers warned their sons about. They could label me plain. They could call me ugly. They could claim I wasn't worthy of sharing the same space as the "perfect" girls here.

But none of that mattered when I could reduce the mighty King to ragged breaths and clenched fists, forcing him to utter the words, "You may go." He had believed he was in charge. Thought he could command me, brandishing his authority like a crown I should bow to. But at the end of the day, he had been the one asking me to leave. And that? That was a victory. I stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in the towel. My gown lay in tatters, shredded by his claws as if it were mere tissue paper. My gaze fell upon the thick, regal red robe draped casually over the back of a chair.

It was unmistakable. Luxurious fabric adorned with golden embroidery at the cuffs. The scent of him still clung to it-The King's robe. Without a moment's hesitation, I let the towel drop to the floor and slipped the robe over my shoulders. It enveloped me, heavy and warm, the weight of it making me smirk. If this was meant to be a sacred garment reserved for the King's royal skin, then too bad-he shouldn't have destroyed mine. As I opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the two guards stationed nearby turned their heads, their eyes widening in shock. Yes, I knew exactly what they saw.

The King's robe. On me. One of them shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting away as if lingering too long might lead to his execution. The other stared a moment longer, lips parting as if he were about to speak-then thought better of it. Go ahead, tell him, I thought, striding past them with my chin held high. See if I care. My bare feet made soft slaps against the floor as I walked through the hallway, the sound echoing far too loudly in the silence. I didn't rush. Let them see me. Let them wonder. When I reached the door to my quarters, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

Every head turned. It was becoming a pattern now-me walking in and suddenly commanding all attention. Half curiosity, half judgment, and perhaps, in a few cases, a flicker of envy. I walked straight to my bunk, not even attempting to conceal the fact that I wore his robe. "The King's robe," someone whispered, their voice sharp with disbelief. "Liana's dead," another murmured in response, as if it were some sort of secret code. I ignored them, sitting on the edge of my bed. The robe pooled around me in a rich crimson wave.

I reached for the simple skirt and top folded at the foot of my bunk and began changing, slipping the robe off only when absolutely necessary. The girls continued their chatter, their voices buzzing in the background until one sentence cut through the noise. "I heard there's a summit tomorrow," one of them said. That made my head lift, my eyes narrowing in interest. "All the Alphas are coming to the palace for a meeting," another chimed in, her tone almost dreamy, as if the thought of seeing so many powerful men gathered in one place was the highlight of her mundane existence.

Someone else sighed. "I wish they'd take me back to my own pack..." But my mind had stopped processing their idle gossip. The moment I heard "summit," all I envisioned was a door swinging wide open. A gateway. Tomorrow, the palace would be teeming with life. Alphas, guards, servants-more movement than usual, more distractions, more noise. And the King? He would be busy playing politics, maintaining appearances, trying to prevent the other Alphas from tearing each other apart. What better opportunity for me to slip away unnoticed? A slow smirk curled on my lips.

The seeds of a plan began to take root instantly. But I couldn't simply run. Not without careful consideration. Not when the stakes were so high. The King was not the type to let something-or someone-he deemed his property vanish without a trace. If I wanted a head start, I needed to ensure his attention was diverted elsewhere. That meant two things: distraction and timing. I leaned back against the wall, feigning interest in the girls' chatter while my mind raced through the possibilities. My heart began to beat faster, not from fear, but from exhilaration.

The risk was a jolt of adrenaline, warming my blood and sharpening my focus. They could whisper all they wanted about the King's robe. About my actions in his chambers. About what that meant for my place here. Let them. While they busied themselves trying to piece together what had transpired, I would be plotting my escape. I could feel their eyes on me still, curiosity gnawing at them like moths to a flame. They didn't know me. Not truly. But tomorrow... they would never see me again. And neither would he. Or so I hoped. Because deep down, I knew the King wouldn't let me go without a fight.

And if I were caught... I pushed that thought away before it could take root. Failure was not an option. Tomorrow, I was getting out. Conclusion In the aftermath of their charged encounter, Maximus and Emilia stood at the precipice of a profound transformation. Maximus, who had always wielded his power with an iron grip, found himself disarmed by Emilia's audacity. As she donned the King's robe, a symbol of his authority, she not only claimed a piece of him but also asserted her own identity in a world that sought to define her by her perceived shortcomings.

The tension that had simmered between them shifted, revealing a deeper connection forged in defiance and desire. Maximus, despite his frustration, couldn't ignore the thrill of being challenged, and Emilia, in turn, reveled in the power she wielded over him, igniting a fire that would not easily be extinguished. As Emilia plotted her escape, the stakes rose higher, intertwining her fate with Maximus's in ways they could neither fully comprehend nor control. The impending summit loomed like a storm on the horizon, promising chaos and opportunity.

The thrill of rebellion coursed through her veins, pushing her forward into the unknown. Yet, beneath her bravado, a flicker of doubt lingered-would she truly be able to slip away unnoticed, or would the King's tenacity ensnare her once more? With the weight of the robe heavy on her shoulders and the echoes of whispered judgment ringing in her ears, Emilia stepped into her future with determination. Tomorrow would be a test of her resolve, a chance to redefine her destiny, and perhaps, to confront the King who had unknowingly become both her captor and her catalyst.

The stakes have never been higher, and every interaction will be laden with unspoken challenges, as alliances are tested and rivalries reignite. Expect the unexpected as loyalties shift and the true nature of power is revealed in the most tantalizing ways. Meanwhile, Emilia's daring plan to slip away will unfold, her heart racing with the thrill of potential freedom. But her escape is not without its complications.

As she navigates the bustling corridors of the palace, the air is charged with danger-both from the prying eyes of the guards and the ever-watchful King who will stop at nothing to reclaim what he believes is his. Will she manage to outsmart the very man who has both captivated and controlled her? Or will her desire for freedom lead to her undoing? Prepare for a chapter filled with heart-pounding suspense and unexpected twists that will keep you at the edge of your seat, as Emilia and Maximus find themselves on a collision course that could change everything.

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