Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 106

MAXIMUS'S POV

The entire hall went silent. The music stopped. The laughter died.

A man stood in the doorway. His clothes were torn, hanging in shreds over a body covered in dirt and blood. His eyes glowed with madness and hate. His mouth twisted into a snarl as his gaze swept over the hall filled with nobles, warriors, and pack leaders.

The smell hit me first—rot, blood, decay.

Rogue.

The man's lips curved into a cruel grin. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and rough. "Look at all these royal babies gathered together in one hall. What a pretty feast."

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

Lucien's voice entered my mind through the mind link. 'Your Majesty, rogues have broken through the border. We've killed many, but some got past our guards. They're inside the castle.'

My jaw clenched. 'Keep the women and children safe,' I ordered.

Lucien nodded once, his eyes flashing. He turned toward the warriors at the back and gave a sharp signal. Instantly, several of them moved into position, forming a protective barrier. They began guiding the women and children and those who weren't capable of fighting toward the hidden exits behind the grand curtains.

The rogue laughed, the sound raw and mocking. "Where are you all going?" he shouted. "Don't ruin the fun. We've just begun!"

He took one step forward, and the change hit him fast. Bones cracked, muscles tore, skin shifted. His body twisted and grew, his laughter turning into a monstrous howl.

In seconds, a huge dirty-brown wolf stood where the man had been. His fur was patchy and filthy, his teeth sharp and stained with blood. His eyes burned red with hunger.

Screams filled the hall.

People scrambled to move away, panic spreading like wildfire. Chairs overturned, glasses crashed to the floor, and the scent of fear filled the air.

The wolf roared and charged.

But before he could reach anyone, a line of my warriors stepped forward, meeting him head-on. The sound of claws against claws rang out. Growls. Shouts. The clash of battle.

I jumped down from the raised platform and ran toward the fight, my boots echoing against the marble floor. Every part of me burned with fury.

That thing had dared to enter my hall. My home.

Not tonight.

The wolf lunged at one of the warriors, knocking him down. Blood splattered across the floor. I moved faster, my power pulsing under my skin.

He didn't see me coming.

I grabbed him by the neck mid-lunge. His claws slashed at my arms, tearing into my jacket, but I didn't flinch. His breath was hot and foul against my face.

"Filthy creature," I growled, tightening my grip.

The warriors pulled back, forming a circle around us as I dragged the beast backward. He twisted and snapped, trying to sink his teeth into my throat. I slammed him against the marble pillar. The sound echoed like thunder.

He howled, clawing at me desperately, but it was useless.

Lucien's voice came again through the link, tense and fast. 'More of them,my King. At least a dozen. They're coming through the north entrance.'

I didn't answer. My rage was boiling over.

The rogue thrashed harder, his claws scraping against my chest. I dragged him toward the open doorway, ignoring the blood dripping down my arm.

When we reached the steps, he growled one last time and tried to break free.

I met his eyes—those red, crazed eyes—and then I twisted.

A loud crack filled the air.

His body went limp.

I dropped him onto the ground, his neck broken, his eyes still open in shock. The smell of death filled the air.

Silence lasted only a second before new howls echoed through the night..

Dozens of them.

Lucien appeared at my side, his claws covered in blood. "They're here," he said, panting. "They broke through the side gates."

Rogues poured in—dirty, wild, snarling. Their eyes glowed red in the dim light. Some ran on two legs, others on four, their bodies half-shifted, twisted by darkness.

The battle exploded.

Claws tore into flesh. The smell of blood and fury filled my lungs.

I tore into them like fire.

One leapt toward me—I caught him midair and crushed his ribcage with one hand. Another tried to attack from behind—I spun, grabbed his throat, and ripped it open with my claws.

I didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Lucien fought beside me, fast and silent.

Screams, growls, the clash of claws—chaos filled the air.

But I kept moving, my body a storm of rage and blood. My claws were soaked. My chest heaved. Still, they kept coming.

Five of them surrounded me, circling, snarling, their eyes fixed on me like predators closing in on prey.

I bared my teeth. "Come on, then."

They attacked together.

I met them head-on.

One went for my throat—I ducked and slammed my elbow into his jaw. Another lunged at my side—I spun, kicked him in the ribs, and heard the crunch of bone. Two more jumped from behind—I caught one by the arm, snapped it, and used his body to block the other's attack.

Blood splattered across the ground.

They fell.

All of them.

I stood among the bodies, breathing hard, my claws dripping red. Around me, the battle was still raging. My warriors fought with everything they had, but there were too many.

Then suddenly—everything stopped.

The sound. The movement. The air itself.

Still.

A sharp, heavy silence filled the hall. Every head turned toward the entrance.

And then I saw her.

A figure stepped out of the shadows.

A wolf.

White.

Pure white.

The light from the moon shimmered on her fur, making her glow faintly. Her eyes—gold and fierce—locked on mine.

The rogues stopped growling. They backed away, lowering their heads, whimpering like beaten dogs. Even my warriors froze, staring in shock.

The white wolf moved forward slowly, her steps silent. Her presence filled the hall, commanding, powerful. She wasn't like the others. She wasn't like anyone.

My chest tightened. My blood went cold and hot at the same time.

It couldn't be.

The wolf stopped, her gaze locked on mine. Her lips pulled back, baring sharp white teeth. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest.

I could barely breathe.

My world tilted, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else.

"Emilia," I whispered.

Her growl deepened. The sound rolled through the air like thunder.

My warriors looked at me in shock. Lucien's voice came through the link, uncertain. 'My King... is that—?'

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

The golden eyes never left mine.

And then, in one smooth movement, the white wolf lowered her head, ready to strike.