Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 113

Third Person's POV

The door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall, shaking the whole room.

A woman stood there, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were wild with fear and anger.

"You've gone too far," she shouted. "Why did you try to kill the King's brother?!"

The woman at the vanity didn't move at first. She just turned her head, slow, deliberate. Green eyes glinted in the light, cold and sharp as broken glass. A smile tugged at her lips, small, cruel, perfect.

She set the silver hairbrush down. The sound echoed louder than the gunshot that had ripped through the morning.

"What's more entertaining," she said, voice soft and poisonous all at once, "than watching one brother bleed out in the arms of the other? Knowing they hated each other for years. Knowing they never said sorry. Never said I love you. Never said anything that mattered. And now one of them is dying, and the other gets to carry that weight for the rest of his life."

She stood up. Bare feet on cold floor. A black silk robe slipped off one shoulder.

The woman took a shaky step forward. "Look at yourself," she whispered. "This isn't you. You're becoming worse than him."

Green eyes flashed. "He slaughtered my pack. He destroyed everything I loved. I'm becoming a monster. But at least I'm honest about it."

"You think revenge makes you brave?" the woman spat. "It's eating you alive!"

The green-eyed woman laughed, a sound like ice cracking on a frozen lake. "You want me to forgive? To smile and say it's okay that my entire world burned? That I woke up every night for ten years smelling smoke in my hair? That I hear the screaming every night?!"

She stepped closer. The air between them turned thick, heavy, hard to breathe.

"You're taking it too far, Raina."

Green eyes narrowed to slits. "Don't fucking say my name. It's Alpha to you."

The woman dropped her gaze instantly, head bowing. But her voice didn't shake when she spoke again. "Please. Stop. Before it's too late."

"Too late?" The Alpha tilted her head. "It was too late the night he painted my village red."

"Please stop this," the woman begged, voice breaking. "We can still fix this."

"There's nothing left to fix." The Alpha said,

"What is wrong with you ?! You killed Doctor Charles—the only man who took you in after your family died! You tried to send Emilia to that witch like a lamb to slaughter! Now Damien—what next? Who else do you have to murder before you're satisfied?"

The Alpha moved so fast the air screamed.

Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the woman's throat. She slammed her back against the wall hard enough to crack the wall..

"Everything I did," she hissed, face inches away, "I did for a reason. You hear me?"

The woman choked, nails scraping at the hand crushing her windpipe.

"Doctor Charles was digging too deep," the Alpha growled. "Trying to break the King's curse. Trying to save him. I couldn't let that happen. So I had to silence him before he ruined my plan."

She leaned closer, lips brushing the woman's ear.

"Emilia? She spread her legs for the enemy. I was going to let the witch rip her soul out piece by piece. Because if she died, the King would lose control. His beast would take over. And his own people would put him down like the dog he is."

Her grip tightened.

"And Damien? Wrong place. Wrong blood. Wrong brother. He's just unlucky."

She released her. The woman slid down the wall, coughing, gasping, tears cutting clean tracks through the dirt on her cheeks.

"You were supposed to be his mate," she rasped, voice raw. "The Moon paired you with him for a reason."

The Alpha threw her head back and laughed. Real, loud, broken laughter that filled the room like smoke.

"I don't give two fucks about fate," she said, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand. "The man who destroyed everything I loved can't be my mate. He doesn't get to touch me. He doesn't get to breathe the same air as me. He doesn't get anything except pain. Slow. Endless. Until he begs for death and I still say no."

She turned away, walking to the window.

"I'm going to take everything he loves," she whispered. "Every friend. Every ally. Every heartbeat he ever cared about. I'll strip him bare and leave him screaming in the dark."

Silence.

Heavy. Suffocating.

The woman on the floor looked up, eyes wide with horror. "You're evil," she breathed.

The Alpha smiled, slow and sweet and terrible.

"No, darling," she said, turning back. Green eyes shining like poison under moonlight. "I'm just returning the favor."