Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

< 118 A Future Worth Living A Future Worth Living LUCIEN'S POV Claim I lay back against the headboard, hands folded behind my head, eyes closed. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the room quiet except for the soft rustle of Adele moving around. We'd just put Andrea to bed-story read, kisses given, little arms hugging us both tight before his eyes finally drifted shut. That peaceful little face still lived in my chest every time I thought about it. My brother. My son. Adele's scent wrapped around me.

I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be half-asleep, but every nerve in my body was wide awake. "I have a surprise for you," She whispered. Her voice was low, soft, the kind that always sent heat straight through me. I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Adele stood at the foot of the bed wearing a short silk robe the color of midnight. The fabric clung to every curve, thin enough that the light turned it almost sheer. My mouth went dry. My hands dropped from behind my head like they'd forgotten how to work. She reached for the tie at her waist, fingers slow and deliberate.

One gentle tug and the robe slipped open. My heart slammed against my ribs. Underneath was the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen-Black lace so delicate it looked like it might tear if I breathed too hard. The bra was barely there, cups sheer enough to show the dark outline of her n*****s. The panties were high-cut, lace hugging her hips, a tiny bow right at the center like a present waiting to be unwrapped. She let the robe fall completely, pooling at her feet. Then she climbed onto the bed. Every movement was graceful, deliberate, predatory.

She crawled toward me, eyes locked on mine, lips curved in that small, knowing smile that always made my blood run hot. I watched, mesmerized, mouth watering, c**k already straining against my shorts. She straddled me-knees on either side of my hips, settling her weight right over me. My hands flew to her waist automatically, fingers digging into soft skin. "How can I help you, beautiful?" I managed, voice rough. ||| 1/5 118 A Futine Worth Living She chuckled-low, teasing-and swatted my shoulder lightly. "Behave." I grinned up at her, thumbs stroking the dip of her waist.

"Never." She leaned down, hair falling around us like a curtain, lips brushing mine without quite kissing. Clam "If you were to have kids," she whispered, breath warm against my mouth, "would you want a boy first? Or a girl?" I didn't even have to think. "I don't care," I said honestly. "If it's a son, I'll love him. If it's a daughter, I'll love her. Either way... I'l| love them with everything I've got." Her smile softened, eyes shining. "What if I told you..." she murmured, lips hovering over mine, "...you'll be a father to a girl soon." My brain short-circuited. I blinked.

Then blinked again. "Hold on," I said slowly, heart suddenly hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. "Are you pregnant?" She nodded, eyes never leaving mine. I stared at her. "You're being serious." "Yes." I looked down at her stomach-flat, soft, perfect-and then back up at her face. "Adele... you're not messing with me?" She shook her head, smile trembling just a little. "I'm not." Something inside me cracked open-wide, bright, overwhelming. "Oh my God," I whispered, voice breaking.

"I'm going to be a girl dad." I pulled her down hard, crushing her against my chest, arms wrapping around her so tight I was afraid I might hurt her. But I couldn't let go. Not yet. "Thank you," I choked out against her hair. "Thank you, Adele. Thank you so much for choosing me. Thank you for giving me hope. I love you so much. love you so, so much." I kissed her-deep, desperate, pouring every feeling I didn't have words for into it. She melted against me, hands sliding into my hair, kissing me back with the same hunger.

III 315 * 118 A Future Worth Living I rolled us-careful, until she was beneath me, legs wrapping around my waist like they belonged there. I kissed her harder, deeper, then trailed my mouth down her neck, sucking softly at the spot where my mark lived, tasting her pulse racing under my tongue. She moaned-soft, needy-fingers tugging my hair. I moved lower, kissing across her collarbone, down to her breasts. The lace was so thin I could feel her n*****s hardening through it. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently through the fabric. She arched, whimpering, nails digging into my shoulders.

"This is coming off," I growled against her skin. She laughed breathlessly, reaching behind to unclasp the bra. It fell away and I groaned at the sight of her-perfect, soft, mine. I kissed her chest, her ribs, her stomach-lingering there, pressing soft, reverent kisses over the place where our daughter was growing. My throat tightened. My eyes burned. I kissed back up, slow, worshipful, until my lips hovered over hers again. We just stared at each other-breathing each other's air, hearts pounding in sync. "I'm just so lucky to have you," I whispered. She smiled, touching my face.

"I'm the lucky one." I reached down, shoving my shorts off. My c**k was hard, aching, already leaking at the tip. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling how wet she was, how ready. I pushed in slowly-inch by inch-watching her face the whole time. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, legs tightening around me. "You're so tight," I groaned, hips stuttering as I sank fully inside her. I didn't move at first-just stayed there, buried deep feeling her pulse around me, feeling how perfectly we fit. Then I started-slow, deliberate rolls of my hips.

My hand slid between us, fingers finding her c**t, rubbing gentle circles. Her nails clawed down my back. "More," she breathed. "Lucien-faster." I gave her what she wanted-speed, depth, harder thrusts that made the headboard thump against the wall. She moaned louder, head thrown back, exposing her throat. I kissed it, sucked, then bit down-marking her again, claiming her all over. She screamed-sharp, beautiful-her body clenching around me as she came, wet and hot and perfect. < 118 A Future Worth Living I didn't stop.

I f****d her through it-faster, deeper-growling against her skin as my own release built. She whimpered, oversensitive, but pulled me closer legs locked tight. I buried my face in her neck and groaned-low, broken-as I came hard, spilling inside her, hips jerking with every pulse. I stayed there-buried deep, forehead resting on hers, both of us breathing hard. "I can't believe I'm going to have a daughter," I whispered, voice thick. She smiled, touching my face. "You'll be such a wonderful dad. You know that, right?" I kissed her palm. "Yeah.

And you'll be a wonderful mom." She kissed me-soft, slow, full of everything we'd fought for. "You deserve happiness, Lucien," she whispered against my lips. "So much more." I believed her. I really believed it. I had a family now. A mate who loved me. A son-my brother-who called me Daddy. And soon...a daughter. I was going to protect them. Always. No matter what. The End. Clairn Thank you so much everyone for reading this book wouldn't have come this far without my lovely readers deciding to read my book and I sincerely appreciate your support. Love you all.

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