Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 87 Summary In Chapter 87 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," Maximus grapples with distrust and urgency as he confronts Lucien about a mysterious threat infiltrating his palace. Lucien insists on his innocence, raising his hands in surrender, but Maximus struggles to believe him, haunted by Soraya's ominous warnings. The atmosphere is thick with tension as Maximus realizes that a shadowy force is manipulating events around him, leaving him questioning who he can trust.

Soraya reveals that the source of the shadows is Milandra, and to stop the chaos, they must eliminate her. This revelation weighs heavily on Maximus, as it implies the potential harm to Emilia, a person he deeply cares for. The emotional turmoil escalates as he contemplates the possibility of losing her, and Soraya's insistence on urgency highlights the dire situation they face. The conversation is fraught with desperation, as both characters understand the stakes involved.

As the chapter progresses, Lucien receives a troubling call from Alpha Green, who reports two violent incidents within her pack, where individuals claim they were not responsible for their actions. This revelation sends a chill through Maximus, confirming that the shadows are spreading beyond the palace and threatening innocent lives. The weight of the situation becomes unbearable as Maximus and Lucien realize that time is running out to address the growing threat. The chapter concludes with a sense of impending doom, as the characters understand the urgency of their predicament.

The shadows are no longer confined to a single location; they are infiltrating the packs, leading to chaos and destruction. Maximus's emotional struggle is palpable, as he must confront the reality of his choices and the potential sacrifices that lie ahead. The tension builds, leaving the reader on edge as the situation escalates, and the urgency to act becomes a pressing reality.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 87 - We Don't Have Time** **Maximus's POV** "Your Majesty, please stop looking at me like that-it wasn't me," Lucien implored, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of tension. "I swear it." He raised both hands slowly, palms facing outward in a gesture of surrender. The flickering light from the fire cast uneasy shadows across his face, making him appear almost spectral in the dim room. For what felt like an eternity, I remained silent, my gaze fixed on him.

I observed the subtle twitch of his jaw, the controlled rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Deep down, I wanted to trust him. Goddess, I needed to trust him. But after Soraya's ominous words echoed in my mind, how could I ever be certain again? "Your Majesty," Lucien repeated, his tone more cautious this time. "I promise, it wasn't me in that forest." With a heavy sigh, I dragged a hand down my face, feeling the insistent throb of a headache beginning to form behind my eyes.

The fire crackled softly, its sound low and uneven, while the air in the room felt thick and oppressive-as if the very walls were eavesdropping on our conversation. "Somehow," I muttered, rising from the chair with a sense of urgency, "some strange shadow has managed to infiltrate my palace. My palace, Lucien. And now I'm left questioning who is real and who is not." I began to pace the floor, the sound of my boots striking the marble echoing sharply in the stillness. My thoughts were a whirlwind, each fragment fighting to connect with the others.

Soraya remained seated across the room, her fingers trembling nervously in her lap. I turned to her, desperation creeping into my voice. "How do we stop them?" I asked, my tone low yet sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes glimmering like shards of glass under the flickering firelight. "I already told you, my King," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with frustration. "But you wouldn't listen." "Then tell me again," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. Her expression hardened, resolve etching itself into her features.

"Those shadows cannot be destroyed unless we eliminate their source. Milandra is the source. She leads them. If we kill her, we will extinguish them all." The weight of her words settled heavily on my chest, and I stared at her, my heart constricting. "You're asking me to kill Emilia." "That's not what I'm saying!" she exclaimed quickly, shaking her head vehemently. "If we're fortunate, we can separate Milandra's spirit from her body-extract it without harming Emilia." I stepped closer, my voice rough with emotion.

"And if luck isn't on our side?" Soraya fell silent, her lips pressing into a thin line, her gaze dropping to the floor. The only sound was the low, rhythmic crackle of the fire, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room. The quiet stretched, wrapping around us like a suffocating shroud. Finally, she spoke softly, barely above a whisper. "Then we lose her." My jaw clenched tightly, and I turned away, facing the flames. Their orange glow reflected in my eyes, casting a haunting light that felt almost like blood.

"You're risking everything, my King," Soraya said after a long pause, her tone almost pleading. "Soon, those shadows won't remain confined to this palace. They will seep into the packs-corrupting, killing, spreading fear. We must manage this while we still can, before it becomes too late." Her words sank into me like shards of ice, chilling me to the core. I stood still, frozen in thought. The fire popped and crackled, filling the room with the acrid scent of smoke and cold air. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "Leave me.

I need to think." Soraya hesitated, her expression a mix of fear and pity. After a moment, she nodded, stood, and bowed deeply. "As you wish, my King." The sound of her footsteps echoed as she walked toward the door. She opened it slowly, then turned back once, her eyes meeting mine with a silent plea. "Please... don't wait too long." And then she was gone. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake. I leaned heavily against the desk, exhaling slowly, attempting to steady the rapid beat of my heart. Lucien remained in the room, watching me with cautious eyes.

After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a murmur. "What do we do now?" I didn't respond right away. My mind was a chaotic jumble-half focused on Soraya's urgent words, half consumed by the haunting memory of that shadow lurking in the forest. When I finally looked up, I noticed Lucien flinch slightly at the intensity of my gaze. "For the Goddess's sake, Your Majesty," he muttered, exasperation creeping into his tone. "I told you-I'm not a spirit. You can stop glaring at me like I'm about to sprout horns." I chose silence, refusing to engage.

Lucien sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "One thing I know for certain-you'll never give up Emilia. No matter what anyone says or does." He paused, shaking his head. "And that's a disaster waiting to unfold." My eyes narrowed, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Lucien raised his hands defensively. "I'm just stating the truth. You'd burn this entire kingdom down for her-and right now, it feels like we're already standing in the flames." I shot him a cold look, and he fell silent, the room descending into stillness once more. Then, out of nowhere, his phone rang.

The sharp sound sliced through the silence like a blade. Lucien frowned, pulling the device from his pocket. The screen glowed dimly in the dark, illuminating his face. He glanced at the name flashing across the screen before answering quickly. "This is Beta Lucien," he said, his tone professional. I watched him intently, my heart racing. His voice remained calm at first, but as the seconds ticked by, I could see his expression shift-tightening, darkening with concern. "Yes," he said slowly, his brow furrowing. "I'm listening...

wait-what?" He turned slightly away, pacing to the corner of the room. "Are you sure?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "How long ago did it happen?" I straightened in my seat, instincts prickling at the back of my mind. He remained silent for a few seconds, listening intently. Finally, he closed his eyes and whispered, "Understood. Bring her here tomorrow. I'll inform the King." He ended the call and stood there for a moment, lost in thought. When he turned back to me, his face was pale, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on him. "Who was that?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Alpha Green," he replied, his tone grim. "She sounded panicked." I frowned, sensing the urgency in his words. "What did she say?" He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "She's bringing a case here tomorrow. Something's happened in her pack." "What kind of case?" I pressed, anxiety creeping in. Lucien's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering toward the fire as if seeking answers in the flames. "Two separate incidents. Both... strange." He swallowed hard. "In the first incident-a man killed his son. The wife claims she witnessed it with her own eyes.

But the man insists it wasn't him." A wave of nausea washed over me. Lucien continued, his voice heavy with dread. "In the second incident, another man set his mate on fire. Witnesses saw it happen, but he swears he didn't do it either." The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, oppressive and suffocating. I could hear the faint crackling of the fire, the distant whistle of the wind outside, while my heart thundered in my ears. Lucien's eyes met mine, and the weight of our shared realization sank in.

"She's coming tomorrow to beg for your help." For a moment, silence enveloped us, thick and foreboding. Then it struck me-the chilling, cold truth slicing through my thoughts like ice. If those people were telling the truth... if they genuinely hadn't committed those heinous acts themselves... It meant the shadows were no longer confined to my palace. They were already spreading. Infiltrating the packs. Killing innocent lives. The silence between Lucien and me deepened, becoming almost unbearable. He took a slow breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "If it's true... we...

we don't have time." Conclusion In the suffocating aftermath of Soraya's dire warning and the unsettling news from Alpha Green, the weight of impending doom settled heavily on Maximus's shoulders. The realization that the shadows had breached the sanctity of his palace, now threatening the very lives of his people, ignited a fierce urgency within him. Each heartbeat echoed the stakes at hand-his love for Emilia intertwined with the fate of the kingdom. The dilemma of choosing between her safety and the greater good loomed ominously overhead, casting a long shadow over his resolve.

As he grappled with the haunting possibility that trust could be a fleeting illusion, he felt the flicker of hope wane against the encroaching darkness. Yet, amidst the turmoil, the bonds of loyalty and friendship stood firm, embodied in Lucien's unwavering support. The two men shared a silent understanding that their paths were irrevocably intertwined; the burdens they bore were not theirs alone.

The stakes are higher than ever as he must navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty and sacrifice. Expect tension to mount as Ethan seeks counsel from his closest allies while racing against time. The arrival of Alpha Green and the harrowing accounts of violence from her pack will serve as a catalyst, pushing Ethan to make decisions that could alter the fate of many. Will he be able to separate the truth from the lies that the shadows weave?

As fear spreads among the packs, Ethan's leadership will be put to the ultimate test, forcing him to confront the darkness that threatens to consume everything he holds dear. Prepare for revelations that will challenge Ethan's convictions and force him to confront the very essence of what it means to protect those he loves. Joseph King