Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 71 Summary In Chapter 71 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," titled "Cursed King," the narrative unfolds from Emilia's perspective as she inadvertently prompts Ethan to share his painful past. The atmosphere shifts dramatically as Ethan reveals the burdens he carries, beginning with his birth during a blood moon and his early transformation into a wolf at the age of four.

Despite his parents' initial pride in his royal blood, Ethan's uncontrollable temper and violent outbursts soon lead to a revelation that he is a Lycan-a powerful creature that, instead of being a blessing, becomes a curse that haunts him. Ethan's confession deepens as he explains the true nature of his curse: every time he touches a woman, she dies, leaving him branded as the "Cursed King." This revelation strikes Emilia with a profound sense of sorrow and empathy, as she realizes the weight of his existence and the isolation it brings him.

The emotional intensity escalates as Ethan describes the beast within him-feral and bloodthirsty-making him feel like a threat to everyone around him. Emilia's heart aches for him, and she struggles with the implications of his curse while trying to offer a glimmer of hope that he can learn to control his inner monster. Despite her determination to support him, Emilia grapples with her own feelings of inadequacy and fear of being replaced when Ethan eventually finds his true mate.

The conversation takes a toll on her, and she feels a painful emptiness as she contemplates her place in his life. Her heart breaks at the thought of losing him to another, and the emotional weight of the moment becomes unbearable. As she stands to leave, the tension is palpable, and the unspoken connection between them hangs heavily in the air. Ultimately, Emilia's resolve to distance herself from Ethan stems from the realization that her feelings for him are growing deeper, even as he remains bound to a destiny that may not include her.

The chapter concludes with her walking away, tears threatening to spill as she acknowledges the complexity of her emotions and the painful truth that she may never fully belong to him. The chapter captures a powerful blend of sorrow, longing, and the struggle for understanding in the face of insurmountable odds. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 71 - Cursed King** **Emilia's POV** The moment the question slipped from my lips, I regretted it. +25 Points > I could feel the atmosphere shift, an almost palpable tension thickening the air.

His body froze, rigid as if encased in ice, and I noticed the way his shoulders squared, as if bracing against an unseen weight. His eyes, once bright, darkened with shadows that hinted at depths of sorrow and despair. It was not anger that clouded his gaze, but something far more profound-something ancient and painful. Shame. Agony. Memories that bit and clawed at him from the inside. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, a wave of guilt rising like bile in my throat.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, wishing fervently that I could pull the words back into the safety of silence. His gaze snapped to me, sharp and unwavering, before it drifted away, leaving a silence that felt like a chasm between us. For a heartbeat, I feared he might choose to remain silent forever. But then, as if he were extracting each word from a deep wound, he began to speak.

"I was born on the night of the blood moon." The room fell into an eerie quiet, the only sound the soft clinking of my cutlery as I placed my fork down with a shaky hand. My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a war drum. "They thought I was just like any other wolf pup," he continued, his voice low and steady, almost too steady. "But I wasn't. My first shift happened when I was merely four years old." "Four?" I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief. "That's-" "Impossible. I know." A bitter smile curled his lips, devoid of any humor. "My parents believed it was because I bore royal blood.

They celebrated my first transformation, convinced I was chosen, someone special. A symbol of strength. But as I matured, they began to see that something was terribly amiss. Very wrong." His fists clenched against the table, the tendons in his hands straining visibly. I felt a desperate urge to reach out, to cover his hand with mine in a gesture of comfort, but I hesitated, unwilling to interrupt his painful recollection. "When I was a child, I would lose my temper over the most trivial matters. A meal not prepared to my liking. A servant speaking too loudly.

A guard who didn't bow quickly enough. And when my temper flared..." His jaw tightened, muscles twitching with the memory. "It was as if a different entity took control. A darker presence. A crueler being. I would awaken with blood on my hands and no recollection of my actions." A shiver coursed through me, the chill settling deep in my bones. "There were times when I came dangerously close to harming a maid, or a guard, or anyone unfortunate enough to be in my vicinity. But it didn't feel like me. It felt like... the beast. Separate. Wild.

Savage." His gaze locked onto mine, fierce and blazing with an intensity that made my heart race. "And when I turned thirteen, the truth was unveiled. I wasn't just any wolf. I was a Lycan." The word hung heavily in the air between us, and I felt my lips part, yet no sound emerged. I understood enough of the legends to know the weight it carried. Lycans were revered-greater, stronger, faster, nearly immortal. A blessing. A source of pride. But in his tone, I detected no hint of glory. "It was meant to be a blessing," he said, bitterness lacing his words.

"Lycans are celebrated as the strongest among our kind, the fastest, the fiercest. But mine..." He let out a harsh, humorless laugh. "Mine was a curse. Uncontrollable. Savage. My beast destroyed everything in its wake. And the worst part?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly rasp that cut through me. "Every time I touched a woman, she died." His eyes bore into mine, fierce and unyielding. "Not just once. Every single time. The moment my skin met theirs, the beast within me tore them apart. I never intended for this to happen. I never wished for it. But it did.

Over and over again. Until I was branded with the name that haunts me still." His lips curled in disgust. "The Cursed King." I felt as though I had been struck dumb, my breath caught in my throat. "They believe my curse is that I cannot touch a woman without bringing about her death," he said, his tone sharp and slicing through the silence. "But that's not the entirety of it. The truth is far more harrowing. My curse is this-" His hand slammed against his chest, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "An uncontrollable beast. Feral. Bloodthirsty. A monster that wears my skin.

Because of the lives I've taken, people whisper that I'm cursed by the goddess. But the truth?" His voice dropped to a low growl, filled with anguish. "The truth is, I'm nothing more than a threat to everyone around me." I swallowed hard, my throat dry and constricted. "So... what you're saying is... there's no magical curse on you? No hex cast by a witch or an enemy?" "Not really," he replied quietly, his voice heavy with sorrow. "No spell. No chains of fate. Just me. My beast.

And the blood it craves." I stared at him, my heart racing as the weight of his confession pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its enormity. "Wow," I whispered, my voice trembling. "So what this means... is that you just have to learn to control your beast." For the first time since he began his painful confession, he barked a laugh-bitter and devoid of joy. "Control? Emilia, my beast cannot be tamed. I've spent my entire life attempting to master it. Nothing works. Rage. Chains. Blood. Nothing holds it back. Nothing stops it." I shook my head, determination rising within me.

"That's not true." His brows shot up in disbelief. +25 Points > "I calmed it down," I asserted firmly. "Last night. In the forest-I stopped your beast from breaking free. I've done it before, too. Maybe what you need isn't chains or rage. Maybe what you need is to learn how to harness it." He shook his head slowly, skepticism clouding his eyes. "You don't understand. I'm trapped like this forever. The witch told me..." His voice faltered, low and haunted. "The only person who can calm my beast is my second chance mate.

And I still haven't found her." A sharp pain gripped my chest, an ache that felt like it was tearing me apart. He leaned back, studying me with a mix of confusion and something deeper. "And I don't understand why you, Emilia-why you-always seem to calm my beast. Why your presence brings stillness to the monster within me. Why you can reach him when no one else can." I forced a shaky smile, though inside, I felt something crack open, raw and bleeding. "Maybe... maybe it's because I'm special." His lips twitched, almost forming a smirk. "Yeah.

That's crazy." An uncomfortable silence enveloped us, thick and heavy. I focused on the table, tracing the wood grain with my eyes, avoiding his gaze. Because if I looked at him, I feared I would shatter. Something twisted painfully in my chest, sharp and cruel. The moment he found his mate-his true mate-I would become nothing. He would push me aside, like a shadow once vibrant but now faded and forgotten. The thought hollowed me out, leaving behind an ache I couldn't articulate. Abruptly, I pushed my chair back, the sound loud and jarring in the stillness.

"We should probably head back to the palace," I said quickly, before my voice could betray the turmoil within me. He blinked, taken aback. "Now?" "Yes." I stood, forcing steadiness into my trembling limbs. "Thank you for the food." His eyes narrowed slightly, confusion flickering in their depths. He opened his mouth to speak, but I couldn't bear to hear it. I turned away, not allowing him to see the way my heart splintered. Because I knew-with a certainty that made me want to scream-that this wasn't how things were supposed to be. I wasn't meant to feel this way. Not towards the cursed king.

Not towards the man who belonged to someone else. But I did. +25 Points > And the thought of him finding his mate, of those dark, piercing eyes turning to her the way they had looked at me- It tore something inside me wide open. I walked toward the door, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, my chest tight, every step feeling heavier than the last. Behind me, his voice came low and quiet. "Emilia..." But I didn't turn back. Because if I did, I wasn't sure I would survive it.

Conclusion In the aftermath of Ethan's heart-wrenching confession, the air between Emilia and the Cursed King crackled with an intensity that felt both suffocating and electric. The revelation of his torment-the beast within him, the lives lost, and the weight of his curse-had laid bare the very essence of his suffering. Emilia stood on the precipice of understanding, grappling with the gravity of his words and the emotional turmoil that swirled within her.

Yet, as the truth settled in, it became painfully clear that the bond they shared was fraught with unspoken fears and unfulfilled destinies. The realization that she might never truly belong to him, that she was but a fleeting presence in his life, clawed at her heart with a relentless ache, leaving her feeling both drawn to him and irrevocably lost. As she walked away, the distance between them felt insurmountable, a chasm carved by fate and the weight of their intertwined destinies.

Emilia's resolve to remain strong faltered under the crushing reality of her feelings, each step away from him a painful reminder of the love she dared not claim. The shadows of his past loomed large, threatening to consume her, yet the flicker of hope ignited by her ability to calm his beast lingered in the depths of her heart. Perhaps there was a way to bridge the divide, to harness the connection that defied the curse he bore.

As they return to the palace, the atmosphere will be charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, leaving Emilia grappling with her desires and fears. The shadows of their pasts will loom larger, compelling them to confront the reality of their connection and the implications of Ethan's curse. Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of Ethan's existence as a Lycan. We may witness Emilia's determination to help him find control over his beast, igniting a flicker of hope in Ethan's tortured soul.

But as they navigate the treacherous waters of their relationship, the specter of his true mate will loom ever closer, threatening to unravel the fragile bond they've begun to forge. With secrets yet to be revealed and challenges on the horizon, the stakes will rise, leaving readers breathless with anticipation for how Emilia and Ethan will confront the darkness that threatens to consume them both. Will Emilia find the strength to embrace her feelings, or will the fear of losing Ethan to another drive her away?