Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Stars Beyond Shattered Skies - Ethan Rowland 88 Summary In Chapter 88 of "Stars Beyond Shattered Skies," titled "The King Must Not Know," Emilia struggles with insomnia and haunting dreams that leave her feeling trapped between reality and nightmare. She lies in her hospital bed, comforted by the presence of Damien, who is asleep nearby. Despite his assurances that everything is fine, Emilia feels an unsettling anxiety that intensifies when Doctor Raina enters the room, bringing with her an air of foreboding.

Doctor Raina's demeanor is calm yet unsettling, and she delivers news that should be comforting-Emilia is healing well and will be discharged soon. However, the way she conveys this information feels ominous, leading Emilia to question the true nature of her condition. The tension escalates when Raina insists on speaking with Emilia alone, prompting a protective response from Damien. Ultimately, Emilia reassures him, allowing the doctor to proceed, which sets the stage for a revelation that will change everything.

Raina's conversation with Emilia takes a dark turn as she hints at a "Milandra spirit" residing within Emilia, one that is awakening and could bring destruction. The weight of Raina's words leaves Emilia in shock and disbelief, as she grapples with the implications of having something so powerful inside her. Raina suggests that the only way to save the kingdom-and perhaps the king himself-is to extract this spirit, a task that only the king's witch can perform. This revelation ignites a flicker of hope within Emilia, but it is overshadowed by confusion and fear.

As the chapter unfolds, the atmosphere grows increasingly tense, culminating in Raina's cryptic warning: "the king must not know." This statement lingers ominously in Emilia's mind, leaving her to wrestle with her newfound knowledge and the heavy burden of secrets. The chapter ends with Emilia feeling colder and more isolated, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions as she contemplates her role in a larger conflict that could endanger those she cares about, including Maximus. The stakes are high, and Emilia must navigate a dangerous path filled with uncertainty and hidden truths.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 88 - The King Must Not Know** **Emilia's POV** Sleep eluded me like a distant dream, always just out of reach. I lay there, eyes shut tight against the darkness, yet that haunting dream returned with relentless persistence-the blood, the snow, the beast with its piercing gaze. Those eyes. Hours slipped by as I remained in bed, fixated on the ceiling above, counting the rhythmic beeps of the monitor that kept me tethered to reality.

Damien had succumbed to sleep in the chair beside me, his head tilted at an awkward angle, his hand lingering close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from it, a silent promise of his presence. He had assured me that everything was alright, that it was merely a figment of my imagination. Yet, the unease coiling in my chest felt far too real to dismiss. The atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly still. An unsettling quiet enveloped everything, amplifying even the tiniest of sounds-the gentle hum of the heater, the relentless ticking of the clock.

My heartbeat echoed in my ears, a frantic drumbeat that refused to calm. And then- A knock. Soft, yet sharp enough to cleave through the oppressive silence. I jolted upright, my body tensing instinctively. My breath caught, a lump forming in my throat. Damien stirred slightly but remained asleep, blissfully unaware. The knock came again. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. "Come in," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. The door creaked open, revealing Doctor Raina. She entered with her usual calm demeanor, her expression a mask of stoic control.

The crisp white of her coat contrasted sharply with her neatly tied brown hair, but it was her eyes that captivated me-dark, sharp, and cold, as if she could see straight into the depths of my soul. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that she was Maximus's mate. "Couldn't sleep?" she inquired, her tone flat, though I sensed a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface-an emotion I couldn't quite identify. I attempted a smile, but it felt feeble, lacking any real warmth. "Not really." She nodded slowly, gliding toward my bed with that eerily silent grace of hers.

"That's understandable, given everything that's transpired. But you're healing remarkably well. You'll be discharged by morning." Her words should have brought me relief, yet something about her delivery felt off, almost like a warning rather than good news, twisting my stomach into knots. "That's... good," I replied quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Her lips curled into a smile, but it never reached her eyes. It was a hollow gesture, devoid of genuine warmth. "Yes. Very good." Damien stirred again, blinking awake at the sound of her voice.

Upon seeing her, his demeanor shifted-guarded, instantly protective. "Doctor," he said carefully, sitting up straight. "Prince Damien," she acknowledged with a slight nod, but the title seemed to hang in the air, more like an insult than a mark of respect. She turned her attention back to me. "I need to speak with my patient. In private." Immediately, Damien frowned. "She's my mate. You can say whatever you need to say in front of me." Raina's gaze flicked back to him, calm yet unyielding. Then she turned to me, one eyebrow arched slightly, as if daring me to make a choice.

I swallowed hard, glancing between them, my heart racing. "It's okay," I said softly, trying to reassure both of them. "I'll be fine. Just a few minutes." Damien's jaw clenched, the tension palpable. I could see the argument brewing in his eyes, the urge to protest bubbling just beneath the surface. But after a moment of hesitation, he sighed, relenting. "I'll be right outside," he muttered, casting Raina one last wary look before stepping out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

Raina stood there for a moment, her gaze fixed on the closed door before she finally turned her attention back to me. Her expression remained unchanged, yet the air around her shifted, thickening with an unexplainable tension. "I'm not going to interfere between you and Maximus," I blurted out before I even realized I was speaking. The words rushed from my lips, clumsy and unfiltered. Her lips twitched, not quite a smile, but more of a smirk that she didn't bother to finish.

"The whole kingdom is on fire," she said suddenly, her tone sharp, "and that's what you're worried about?" I blinked, confusion washing over me. "What... are you talking about?" Her gaze bore into mine, unyielding. "The entire kingdom," she said quietly, "is literally in the palm of your hands. And you don't even realize it." A chill slithered down my spine. "That doesn't make any sense," I stammered. "Why are you speaking like that? What's happening?" Raina took a step closer, her heels making no sound against the floor.

"I was on my way to see Maximus earlier," she said, her tone flat, but her eyes glinted with something darker. "And I overheard something." My heart raced. "Overheard what?" "Something about a spirit," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "A Milandra spirit that resides within you." I froze, the weight of her words crashing over me. "What?" She tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing my expression. "They said it's awakening. Slowly. And when it does, it will bring destruction." My throat went dry.

I recalled the dream-the blood, the growl, the strange, burning cold that had surged through me in the shower before I collapsed. My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears. "That's not possible," I whispered, disbelief lacing my voice. Raina raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "Isn't it?" I shook my head vehemently. "There's nothing inside me. You're mistaken." "Am I?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with challenge. "Did you ever consider why you blacked out? Why your body reacts as if it's battling something it doesn't comprehend?" I opened my mouth, but no words emerged.

Her gaze sharpened, piercing through the fog of my confusion. "Or perhaps," she said softly, "you should be pondering the significance of the white fur." I froze in shock. "What did you say?" "The white fur," she repeated, her tone even. "That's not normal, Emilia." My voice trembled as I stammered, "How do you know about that?" Her lips curved, not in kindness, but in a knowing smirk. "You just revealed it to me." I blinked in confusion, trying to process her words. "I-what?" But she didn't elaborate. Instead, she smiled-a small, unsettling smile that made my stomach churn.

"The king," she said, stepping closer until she was beside my bed, "is in a precarious situation right now. And you're the only one who can save him." I stared at her, bewildered. "Me? What are you talking about?" "If they can extract the Milandra spirit from you," she stated, her tone firm and resolute, "there will be peace." My heart skipped a beat. "Extract it from me? How?" She looked away for a moment, her expression inscrutable. "I lack the power to do that. But the king's witch does." The king's witch. I felt lost, yet a flicker of hope ignited within me.

I hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. "You think she can... help?" Raina nodded once, her expression unwavering. "She can accomplish what no one else can." My thoughts spiraled into chaos. If what she claimed was true-if there truly was something inside me-then perhaps that witch could provide the answers I desperately sought. Perhaps she could explain why I felt as though something was clawing at the edges of my very soul. But even with that hope, confusion clouded my mind. "Why didn't Maximus tell me any of this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, tinged with frustration.

Raina's eyes flickered, a hint of something passing across her face. "Because he doesn't know how. And understand this-he will never allow you to approach the witch if you mention this to him." It made no sense. My head spun with the implications. "Why wouldn't he?" Her jaw tightened, yet her expression remained steady. "You need to seek out the witch," she insisted. "She'll provide the answers you're searching for." There was a weight to her words that made me hesitate. This wasn't a mere suggestion-it felt like a command. I frowned, a sense of unease creeping in.

"Why do I feel like you're withholding something from me?" Raina's lips parted, as if she might divulge a hidden truth-but then she stopped herself. Her gaze softened, almost imperceptibly, the first sign of vulnerability I had seen from her. "Because some truths," she said quietly, "cannot be spoken. They must be lived." Her words sent another shiver racing down my spine. She turned toward the door, her movements smooth and deliberate. Her hand reached for the handle, but she hesitated for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts.

Then she glanced back at me over her shoulder, her eyes sharp as blades. "Remember," she said softly, her voice low enough to barely carry across the room, "the king must not know." With that, she opened the door and stepped out, leaving it to click shut behind her. I sat there, frozen, staring at the empty space she had vacated. The heart monitor resumed its steady rhythm, filling the silence once more-calm, steady, yet completely wrong.

My hands trembled against the blanket, my mind racing with an overwhelming flood of thoughts, too many questions swirling in a chaotic storm that refused to settle. The Milandra spirit. Inside me. A witch who could remove it. The kingdom in flames. And Maximus... in danger. The room suddenly felt colder, darker. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, but it provided little comfort. Raina's voice echoed in my mind, soft yet sharp, dangerous.

'The king must not know.' Conclusion In the aftermath of Doctor Raina's cryptic revelation, Emilia found herself standing at a precipice of uncertainty, the weight of her newfound knowledge pressing heavily upon her. The notion of the Milandra spirit residing within her transformed her world from one of mere survival to a battleground of conflicting emotions. The fear of the unknown clashed with a flicker of hope, igniting a determination deep within her. She understood now that the fate of the kingdom-and of Maximus-rested precariously on her shoulders.

The urgency to act surged through her veins, yet the specter of betrayal loomed large, casting shadows over her every thought. Raina's warning echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the delicate balance she must navigate: to protect the king while unearthing the truth that could save them all. As dawn approached, Emilia's heart raced with the knowledge that she could no longer afford to be a passive participant in her own life. The dreams that had haunted her, the blood and the beast, began to take on new meaning, urging her to confront the darkness within.

The bond she shared with Damien, though a source of comfort, also became a source of tension as she grappled with the secret she now bore. She could sense his protective instincts, but the path ahead required her to step into the unknown alone, to seek out the witch who held the key to her salvation. With every heartbeat, Emilia resolved to embrace the chaos, to transform her fear into strength, and to forge a new destiny-one that would not only save the kingdom but redefine her very existence. The time for silence had passed; it was time to reclaim her voice and face the storm head-on.

Or will her loyalty to Maximus hold her back, leaving the kingdom vulnerable to impending chaos? The shadows of uncertainty loom large as Emilia prepares to make a choice that could define her future and the future of those she loves. With the kingdom on the brink of disaster, and Maximus unaware of the perilous truth, the tension is palpable. Expect a heart-pounding journey as Emilia navigates the treacherous waters of loyalty, power, and sacrifice. Will she find the courage to confront her fears and embrace the power within her, or will the darkness consume her before she can act?