Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 79 Summary In Chapter 79 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," titled "Make a Choice," Maximus grapples with intense emotions as he trains relentlessly, seeking to drown out the turmoil within him. His anger, jealousy, and guilt are exacerbated by thoughts of Emilia and the possessive claim that Damien has over her. The chapter opens with Maximus striking a training bag, using physical pain to cope with the emotional storm raging inside him, a storm that he finds increasingly difficult to manage.

Despite his efforts, he feels that nothing can truly alleviate his suffering, and he is consumed by the realization that his feelings for Emilia have shattered the cold facade he had built around his heart. Lucien, Maximus's advisor, enters the scene, urging him to stop before he injures himself. Their conversation reveals the depth of Maximus's pain, as Lucien confronts him about his feelings for Emilia and the dangerous rivalry with Damien.

Maximus struggles to accept that his emotions are tied to heartbreak, insisting that he cannot acknowledge the bond that exists between Emilia and Damien. Lucien's insistence on the reality of the situation forces Maximus to confront his vulnerability, which he finds unbearable. The tension between them escalates as Lucien emphasizes the urgency of their situation, reminding Maximus that they face greater threats than his personal turmoil. As the conversation progresses, Lucien reveals a dire warning about Milandra's spirit growing stronger, feeding off Emilia's emotional state.

This revelation shifts the focus from Maximus's personal conflict to a looming threat that endangers them all. Maximus learns that if Milandra's spirit is not contained, it could lead to catastrophic consequences. The stakes are raised when Lucien mentions a ritual that could stop Milandra, but it comes with a devastating price-Emilia's life. This news hits Maximus like a physical blow, leaving him paralyzed by the weight of the choice he must make. Maximus stands at a critical crossroads, torn between the safety of his kingdom and the potential loss of Emilia.

The chapter ends with him grappling with the terrifying reality of the decision ahead, highlighting his internal struggle and the profound emotional stakes involved. The narrative captures the intensity of his feelings, the complexity of his relationships, and the urgency of the threats they face, setting the stage for a pivotal moment in the story. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 79 - Make a Choice** **Maximus's POV** The rhythmic thud of my fists against the training bag reverberated throughout the enclosed space, sharp and unforgiving, a brutal symphony of my own making.

Each blow came faster, harder, until my knuckles felt raw, the skin split open, and the pain in my chest morphed into a dull ache that I could almost tolerate. Almost. But it was far from enough. Nothing seemed sufficient to quell the storm raging within me. I craved the pain to engulf me completely-to bury me beneath something tangible, something I could grapple with-because the turmoil roiling inside was a torment beyond anything I had ever faced. Rage. Jealousy. Guilt. These emotions coursed through my veins like a venomous fire, consuming me from the inside out.

I had always believed my heart was a cold stone, impervious and unyielding. I had constructed formidable walls, towering and impenetrable, designed to keep the world at bay. And then she entered my life. Emilia. In an instant, the fortifications I had spent years fortifying crumbled under the weight of her gaze, the warmth of her smile, the gentleness of her touch. A low growl escaped my lips as I landed another punch against the heavy bag. It swayed violently on its chain, the sound of the impact echoing through the silence like a clap of thunder.

But with every hit, my mind drifted back to her. The more I thought of her, the more my fury spiraled out of control. Damien's voice taunted me incessantly. "She's already mine." The way he had uttered those words, the casual possessiveness in his tone, the way his fingers had grazed her arm as if she were his to claim-it ignited something primal within me. The image of his lips pressed against hers, his hands roaming over the body I had cherished, the body I had adored-it shattered something deep inside me.

With a roar that echoed in the empty room, I slammed my fist into the bag with such force that the chain rattled against the ceiling. Sweat streamed down my temples, my chest heaving with exertion, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I was lost in my fury. I didn't even notice the door creak open. "Your Majesty," Lucien's voice broke through the haze, soft yet firm from behind me. I chose to ignore him. "My King," he pressed again, his tone more insistent this time. "I think that's enough." He stepped closer, concern etched on his features.

"You'll break your hand if you keep this up." But I continued to strike, lost in my own tempest. "Your Majesty!" he called out, urgency creeping into his voice. With a sudden movement, I turned sharply, delivering one last punishing blow to the bag before spinning around to face him. Blood trickled down my knuckles, and my breath came in ragged gasps. Lucien stood in the doorway, his body tense but composed, his eyes darting between my bleeding hands and my anguished face. Yet, I remained indifferent to his concern.

The thought of Damien's hands on her-his lips kissing the very mouth that had once whispered my name with reverence-sent me spiraling into a deeper abyss of rage. I struck the wall. Once. Twice. The sharp sting shot through my bones, splitting the skin, painting the stone red with my fury. Lucien cursed under his breath and rushed forward. "Enough!" he barked, grabbing me from behind and pulling me down. "Let me go!" I snarled, pushing against him, but he held firm. "You're bleeding, damn it!" he hissed, pinning my arms until I relented.

"You're going to destroy yourself before the true enemy even makes a move!" My chest heaved as I sat there, panting, sweat dripping down my jaw. My fists pulsed with pain, my body ached all over-but none of it compared to the turmoil tearing me apart from within. Lucien remained crouched beside me, his breath heavy in the stillness. "Are you done?" he asked quietly. I didn't respond. Instead, I fixated on the blood pooling on the floor, a stark reminder of my inner chaos. After a moment of silence, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you're angry, Your Majesty.

But we have more urgent matters to address than your broken heart." I shot him a fierce glare. "Watch your tone, Lucien." He met my gaze unwaveringly. "You're the King. You can have my head later if you wish. But for now, you need to regain your composure." I clenched my jaw, the tension palpable. "Do you think this is merely about heartbreak?" He held my gaze steadily. "You're furious because Damien is with her. You're bleeding because of her. You've been pacing like a wild animal for hours because of her. So yes, it's about heartbreak.

You just refuse to admit it." His words sliced through me, sharp and unrelenting. I wanted to argue, to deny the truth, but I couldn't. Not when the ache in my chest served as undeniable evidence. "I don't even understand what this is," I muttered, leaning forward and pressing my forearms against my knees. "I've never experienced anything like this before." Lucien remained silent, allowing my words to hang in the air. I stared down at my trembling hands, at the blood that dripped slowly from my knuckles. "I never knew it was possible," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "To feel...

for someone who isn't my mate." Lucien's voice was soft. "And yet, here we are." I had no response. I was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. I despised it. She wasn't meant to matter this much. She wasn't supposed to evoke such feelings within me. But she did. And the thought of her being with Damien-my brother, my rival, my enemy-made me want to tear the very fabric of the world apart. Lucien's voice broke the oppressive silence once more. "You can't let this cloud your judgment. You know how Damien is.

You don't want him spreading rumors that you're trying to steal his mate." My head snapped up, fury igniting within me. "She's not his mate!" I growled, the words spilling out before I could rein them in. Lucien didn't even flinch. "You need to come to terms with that." "She's not!" I shouted, rising abruptly, my voice echoing through the room, heavy with rage and desperation. Lucien regarded me quietly, then sighed. "Whether you accept it or not, the bond exists." I turned away, raking a hand through my hair, my pulse pounding in my ears. "I can't," I muttered.

"I can't accept it." Because if I did, it would mean I had lost her. Lucien straightened, his voice taking on a serious tone. "Your Majesty, listen to me. What's happening between you, Damien, and Emilia-it's perilous. But it's not the only threat we face." I glanced back at him, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" He stepped closer, his expression grave. "Soraya told me something. About Milandra's spirit." The mention of that accursed name sent a jolt through my body, my muscles tensing involuntarily. "What about it?" I asked, my voice cold.

"She believes the spirit is growing stronger," Lucien explained. "Feeding off Emilia's emotions-her pain, her confusion, her fear. If it continues, Milandra could completely take over." My jaw clenched tightly. "And if that happens?" He met my gaze, his voice heavy with foreboding. "Then none of us will be powerful enough to stop her." A chill raced down my spine. The image of Emilia flickered in my mind-her power in the forest, the way the air had shifted around her, the way my wolf had stirred in confusion and awe. I took a slow, steadying breath.

"So what do we do?" Lucien hesitated, as if grappling with the weight of his next words. "Soraya said there's a way to stop it." My interest piqued, I turned fully to him. "Tell me." He shifted his weight, his expression grim. "She said Milandra's spirit can be summoned and contained. Locked away before it fully awakens." "Then we'll do it," I asserted immediately. "Gather whoever we need. Prepare whatever ritual she requires." Lucien remained still, his gaze fixed on the floor, tension evident in his shoulders. I frowned, impatience bubbling within me.

"What is it?" He looked up, his eyes betraying his unease. "There's more." My patience thinned to a razor's edge. "Speak, Lucien." He swallowed hard, his voice lowering as if the very words were a heavy burden. "She said... the ritual has a price." I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing with intensity. "What kind of price?" He hesitated again, and that hesitation twisted my stomach into knots. "Lucien," I warned, my voice darkening. "Don't test me. Tell me." He exhaled slowly, his tone nearly breaking.

"The procedure could cost Emilia her life." Those words struck me harder than any blow ever could. For a fleeting second, I was frozen. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. The world around me tilted, the air sucked from the room. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as his words echoed in my mind. Cost her life. I stared at him, numb, my blood running cold. He couldn't be serious. No. I wouldn't allow it. But even as denial burned in my throat, a darker thought crept in. If we failed to stop Milandra, she could obliterate everything-our kingdom, our people, our very existence.

And if we succeeded... I clenched my fists, the throbbing in my bleeding knuckles a stark reminder of my turmoil. I didn't know which scenario was worse-the thought of losing my kingdom or the prospect of losing her. For the second time in my life, I found myself at a crossroads, uncertain of the choice I needed to make. And that terrified me. Conclusion In the aftermath of the tumultuous confrontation with Lucien, Maximus stood at the precipice of a decision that could alter the course of his life forever.

The weight of his emotions pressed down on him, a suffocating reminder of the love he felt for Emilia, juxtaposed against the dire consequences of their current predicament. As he wrestled with the potential loss of her life, the very essence of his being was laid bare-his heart, once shielded behind impenetrable walls, now exposed and vulnerable. The rage that had fueled his relentless pursuit of pain began to morph into a desperate need for clarity.

He realized that the true battle was not just against Milandra's spirit but within himself, as he grappled with the fear of losing the one person who had ignited a fire in his heart he never knew existed. In that moment of reckoning, Maximus understood that love was not merely a feeling; it was a choice-a choice to embrace vulnerability, to confront the darkness that threatened to envelop him, and to fight not just for his kingdom but for the woman who had shattered his cold exterior.

Will he find the strength to protect her, or will his emotions cloud his judgment further, leading to catastrophic consequences? Moreover, the dynamics between Maximus, Lucien, and Damien will shift dramatically as alliances are tested and loyalties are questioned. With the looming threat of Milandra's spirit growing stronger, the urgency to act will push Maximus into a corner, compelling him to make choices that could alter the course of their fates forever.