Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 109

THIRD PERSON POV

The moon shone bright and cold above the forest clearing. The rogues gathered there looked beaten and afraid. Their bodies were covered in dirt and wounds, their eyes wide and restless.

At the center of the clearing stood their leader. The Alpha.

She was tall and fierce-looking, her hair tied back in a rough braid that reached her shoulders. Her face was sharp and cold, her eyes burning with anger. The moonlight made her skin glow pale as she looked around at her warriors—her so-called army—who now stood trembling before her.

No one dared to speak.

The Alpha took a step forward, her boots crunching on the broken ground. Then another. And another. The sound echoed in the silent night like a warning.

Finally, she stopped in front of the nearest rogue—a man twice her size. His hands were shaking. Before he could open his mouth, her palm whipped across his face with a sharp crack.

The sound echoed through the clearing.

Everyone froze.

The rogue stumbled back, blood running from the corner of his lip.

"That," she hissed, "is for running like cowards."

No one moved. Not even to breathe.

"I trained you. I fed you. I gave you shelter when the world hunted you like dogs," she went on, her voice shaking with rage. "And this is how you repay me? By fleeing the moment the King appears?"

Her voice rose with each word, her anger spilling out like fire.

"You should have torn through his men! You should have made him bleed!"

She turned and kicked a log into the dying fire. Sparks flew up, lighting the fear on the rogues' faces.

But still—no one spoke.

The Alpha's chest heaved. Her hands were clenched tight at her sides. She wanted them to answer, to explain, to give her something—anything—that would calm the fury burning inside her. But all she saw were eyes full of guilt and fear.

Finally, one of them—a younger rogue with a scar across his neck—dared to speak.

"Alpha," he said in a trembling voice, "we—we wanted to fight, but that white wolf—"

The Alpha's head snapped toward him so fast he froze mid-sentence.

"What did you say?" she asked quietly.

The rogue swallowed hard. "The white wolf, Alpha. She—she wasn't normal. Her power...it felt like—like death. We couldn't move. None of us could."

Murmurs rose around them. The others nodded quickly, desperate to agree.

"She was glowing," another said.

"It wasn't natural," someone else added.

"I felt my bones freeze just by looking at her."

The Alpha's jaw tightened. For a moment, she said nothing. Then—she raised her hand. The murmurs died at once.

"The white wolf," she said slowly, "is not your enemy."

Confusion rippled through the crowd.

A few rogues exchanged looks, whispering to each other. One of them stepped forward cautiously. "But, Alpha... She—she made us run."

The Alpha's lips curved into a cold, humorless smile.

"She's not our problem," she said, her tone like steel. "She's one of us."

The rogues froze. The air seemed to grow heavier.

"What?" one of them whispered.

"How can that be?" another asked.

The Alpha turned away from them, her eyes on the forest beyond the clearing. The wind blew through her hair, carrying her scent—wild, bitter, and full of pain.

"Because," she said quietly, "we were the only two survivors."

No one spoke. The fire cracked softly behind them.

"From the Forgotten Pack," she added. "The pack the King destroyed."

Her voice shook on that last word. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if seeing the flames again—the screams, the smell of burning flesh, the sound of wolves dying.

"I was there," she said, turning to face them again. Her eyes were sharp, filled with rage and sorrow all at once. "I saw our homes burn. I saw my family torn apart. And I saw him—the mighty King—standing above the ruins like a god."

Her voice dropped lower, almost a whisper.

"She was there too. Emilia."

Gasps spread through the rogues.

"Yes," the Alpha said. "She was just a girl then. A child. She shouldn't have survived. But she did."

She stepped closer to her warriors, her voice growing colder.

"So don't speak to me about her power. She's not your enemy. She's a reminder."

"A reminder of what, Alpha?" one of the rogues asked softly.

The Alpha smiled bitterly. "Of everything the King took from us."

Her voice rose again, sharp and filled with fury.

"I don't care about the white wolf! I don't care if she glows like the moon or burns like the sun. She's not my problem!"

She pointed toward the castle far beyond the trees, its shadow barely visible in the distance.

"He is!" she roared. "The King! The monster who destroyed our pack, our families, our lives! He's the one who has to pay!"

The rogues lowered their heads, their voices small and fearful.

"We failed you, Alpha," one muttered. "We're sorry."

Her eyes softened for a brief second—but only for a second. Then she straightened her shoulders and looked at them all.

"Yes," she said coldly. "You failed me tonight."

The words fell heavy, like stones.

"But..." she continued, her voice quiet but dangerous, "I am not done with you."

The rogues looked up, unsure.

"I am giving you another chance," she said. "You will not hide. You will not run. You will strike harder. You will make the kingdom tremble."

Her eyes gleamed with vengeance as she spoke, each word slicing through the night like a blade.

"I want the King to wake every night hearing the screams of his people. I want his soldiers to fear the dark. I want his precious home to crumble the way ours did."

Her hands curled into fists.

"Do you understand me?" she shouted.

"Yes, Alpha!" they all cried together, their voices echoing through the trees.

The Alpha smiled slowly—a cruel, satisfied smile.

"Good," she said. "Then prepare yourselves. The next attack begins soon."

She turned her head toward the moon. The silver light caught her face, making her eyes shine like two dark flames.

"This time," she whispered, "we won't stop until the King is on his knees."

The rogues howled, their voices rising into the cold night, shaking the forest around them.

The Alpha stood still, her heart pounding, her thoughts far away—on a girl with white fur and golden eyes.

For a brief moment, something flickered in her expression. Pain. Regret. Maybe even sadness.

Then it was gone.

She turned back to her warriors, her face cold again.

"Make the kingdom tremble," she said one last time.

And as the howls faded into the dark, the forest fell silent—except for the wind whispering through the trees, carrying a promise of blood and war.