Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 112

MAXIMUS'S POV

The door shot open.

And he stepped out.

Damien.

His eyes locked on mine—cold, sharp, and filled with so much hate it could've cut through steel. For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. The morning air sat thick between us, heavy with tension and something darker.

He looked like hell. Hair disheveled, shirt wrinkled, jaw tight like he'd been grinding his teeth all night. But even like that, he still had that same aura—the kind that dared me to take one more step closer.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with disdain.

I didn't blink. "Is Emilia here?"

His lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. "You think if I knew where she was, I'd tell you?"

I took a step closer. "I don't have time for your stupid games, Damien. Where is Emilia?"

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You've got some damn nerves showing your face here."

I stared back, unflinching.

He moved forward, closing the space between us until I could see the faint flicker of his pulse at his throat. "You marked my mate," he spat. "You really came here looking for her after doing that? You're not scared I'll kill you?"

My jaw flexed. I wanted to say a thousand things. I wanted to tell him she wasn't just his.

But I didn't.

I just looked at him. Cold. Unshaken.

And then I took another step forward.

He instantly blocked the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, his shoulders squared. "This is my property," he said, his voice rough. "And I decide who the fuck enters. You're not allowed here."

I narrowed my eyes. "Get out of my way."

He scoffed. "Make me."

The space between us tightened—just inches now. Two wolves, two brothers, two disasters waiting to explode.

Our eyes—same shade of blue, same fury—locked. The silence was thick enough to strangle. I could hear his heartbeat, fast and unsteady. Mine matched it beat for beat.

For a second, I almost saw the boy he used to be—the brother I'd once trusted with my life. But that image was gone before it could settle. All that was left was anger, pride, and years of betrayal burning between us.

I moved first.

He didn't expect it. My hand shot out, shoving him hard against the wooden door. The wood rattled from the impact. "My patience," I hissed, voice rough with restrained fury, "is hanging on a thin line, Damien."

He snarled and shoved me right back, the force slamming my shoulder into the doorframe. The vibration rattled through my spine.

"Then let it snap," he spat, eyes blazing. "Now get off my property!"

"Don't test me," I growled, stepping forward again. "You're fucking pissing me off, you don't—"

I didn't finish.

Because suddenly something splashed warm and wet across my face.

I froze.

For half a second, my mind couldn't process it. The smell hit me first—metallic. Sharp. Familiar.

Blood.

Damien's blood.

His eyes went wide, confusion flickering through them. And then they went dull.

"Damien—"

His body collapsed forward, heavy against me. I caught him instinctively, my arms wrapping around his back. My fingers came away wet—red. Too much red.

The echo of gunfire split through the silence.

Once.

Twice.

Then a third shot rang out.

The sound tore through the forest, bouncing off the trees, chasing the birds from their nests.

Everything happened fast and slow all at once. My pulse roared in my ears. My breath came out in harsh, broken gasps.

"Damien!" I barked, lowering him to the ground. His chest was slick with blood, warm but fading fast. His breaths came shallow, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet mine.

He tried to speak, but no words came—just a small cough that brought up more blood.

"Stay with me!" I shouted. "Damien, don't you dare—"

My words cut short when a sound—barely a whisper of movement—came from the trees.

I turned my head sharply.

And that's when I saw them.

A shadow between the trees. A figure standing just far enough to stay hidden by the mist, but not enough to escape my sight.

And then... the eyes.

Green.

Familiar.

Cold.

My entire body went still. Every muscle in me locked tight, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt.

But then before I could get a closer look. It was gone, like I imagined them.

I quickly turned my attention back to Damien.

"Hey! You can't fucking die you asshole! The only person allowed to kill you is me!" I said as I pressed on his chest to stop the bleeding. He was bleeding so much.

His eyes were half opened as I quickly helped him up and pushed the door open dragging him inside and shutting it.

"Master Damien!" The maid shouted, panicked.

"Get me a fucking knife! I need to take out the bullets and call the doctor!" she rushed to carry out my order as I dug into Damien's skin to pull out the bullet.

The first one came out.

Silver. But not just silver. I could tell this was poisoned.

Who could have shot him? And why?

Could those bullets have been for me? Those shots were just too intentional.

And those eyes.

I knew them.

I fucking knew them.