Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 140

Emilia's Pov

My father stepped forward first, his chest puffed like he thought he still intimidated me.

"We have always known you were special," he announced proudly, as if he hadn't spent years treating me like a disease. "Just look at you now—standing beside the Alpha King as his mate and queen."

My mother clasped her hands together like she was witnessing some kind of holy miracle. "Yes! The entire kingdom will talk about us," she gushed. "Our daughter, the Queen!"

Behind them, Rosella stood stiff as a stick, her eye twitching like she was fighting a demon inside her. She couldn't even pretend to be happy. The anger was written all over her face like a toddler with crayons.

I folded my arms and tilted my head. "Are you done?"

My mother blinked. "Emilia... we're your family. We raised you."

I let out a laugh that echoed down the hallway.

Raised me? They raised me the way a butcher "raises" a cow.

"You wanted me dead," I said, shrugging. "You sent me to die."

Rosella lifted her chin with that annoying superiority she always had. "But you didn't die," she said, hair flipping like she was in a shampoo commercial. "If we hadn't sent you to the Alpha King, how would you have fulfilled your destiny? You should be thanking us."

I stared at her. She stared back. For a second, I considered throwing her through the nearest wall.

My mother clicked her tongue.

"Now you're standing beside him and you think you're all mighty—"

"Rosella, stop," she snapped before she could finish, grabbing my sister's arm.

Rosella yanked her hand free, rolling her eyes. "I'm just telling her the truth."

My mother smiled sweetly at me like a snake wearing lipstick. "Come on, darling. Let's put old grudges behind us. Everyone is starting afresh."

Ah. There it was. The classic we're only pretending to be nice because you're powerful now act.

My father placed a hand over his chest dramatically—like he was auditioning for a tragic play. "We must have been manipulated by that witch. That's the only explanation."

I burst out laughing.

"Suddenly you want to pin your evil deeds on the witch?" I smirked. "How convenient."

Rosella groaned loudly. "Mom, she's so arrogant."

My mother grabbed her hand again. "Stop that. Respect your sister. She's going to be queen."

Rosella choked on air.

Maximus, who had been silent beside me, finally stepped forward.He looked like he was one second away from shifting and eating them all alive.

"Guards," he growled.

His voice thundered through the hallway, and instantly three warriors appeared out of nowhere, bowing their heads with absolute respect.

Rosella's eyes widened. My mother paled. My father swallowed like he'd just remembered who exactly he was standing in front of.

Maximus pointed at them. "Throw them in the dungeon."

Chaos.

Pure, beautiful chaos erupted.

Rosella gasped dramatically. "What? You can't do that to us—we're your family!"

My mother reached for me like I was suddenly her long-lost treasure. "Emilia, my daughter, please! That would bring shame to us!"

I stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, letting the moment drag just enough to make them sweat. Then I turned to Maximus, touched his face lightly, and said sweetly,

"Baby... you know what I was thinking?"

The guards froze. My parents froze. Rosella stopped struggling just long enough to glare at me like she wanted to teleport into my bloodstream and kill me from the inside.

Maximus's expression softened instantly. "What is it, my love?"

I turned back to the three traitors.

"It would be boring if we throw them into the dungeon," I said casually.

My father exhaled in relief. My mother sagged against Rosella.

Then I smiled.

A slow, wicked smile.

"How will they watch everything knowing the daughter they rejected is going to be queen?"

Maximus's eyes gleamed with something dark and... entertained. He was enjoying this.

And honestly? So was I.

"Whatever you want to do to them," he murmured, voice low with heat, "it's in your hands."

"Thanks, babe."

That word—babe—did something to him.

Something dangerous.

Something delicious.

A flicker crossed his eyes, a mix of amusement and hunger, like watching me put my family in their place was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

I lifted my chin proudly. "I want them to watch. I want them to stand there as I rise to royalty...and they remain nothing more than observers."

Rosella's mouth dropped open.

"You arrogant bitch!"

I sighed dramatically. "Take her first. She's causing me a headache."

Two guards grabbed her instantly.

Rosella kicked, screamed, cursed, and insulted everything from my weight to my hair to my future children.

I smiled sweetly and waved as they dragged her away.

My mother grabbed my arm, panic flooding her eyes. "Emilia, you can't throw your sister in the dungeon!"

"Oh," I said lightly, "but I can."

I slipped my arm from her grip like removing a dirty cloth.

Then I turned to Maximus. "Let's go, darling."

He took my hand immediately, lifting it to his lips and kissing my knuckles.

His eyes burned with pride.

And something darker.

Something that made my knees wobble.

We walked past my father, who stood frozen with shame carved onto his face.

I paused beside him, tilted my head, and smirked.

"See you around, Alpha Gregor."

He didn't even dare look at me. He stared at the ground like it held all the answers to his miserable life.

My mother followed behind us, crying, babbling, begging.

"Emilia please—please release Rosella! She didn't mean it—she's still your sister—Emilia, please!"

I ignored her like she was a fly buzzing around my ear.

Maximus glanced sideways at me, a wicked smile tugging at his mouth.

"You're even more sexy when you're angry."

I felt heat rush through me, pooling low in my stomach. I smirked up at him.

"They deserve it."

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "They deserve much worse."

We kept walking, our steps steady, our hands intertwined, the cries from behind us growing fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

But that wasn't what stayed in my mind.

What stayed...was the look in Maximus's eyes.

A mix of pride.

Darkness.

Possession.

Desire.

And the knowledge that anyone who hurt me—even if they were family—would burn for it.

And for the first time in my life...

I didn't feel small. I didn't feel weak.

I felt like a queen.

His Queen.