Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 150

LUCIEN'S POV

I slammed the office door shut behind me, leaning back against the solid wood like it was the only thing keeping me upright. My heart was hammering in my chest, a wild drumbeat that echoed in my ears.

Fuck.

I pressed my forehead against the cool surface, eyes squeezed shut, trying to catch my breath. But all I could feel was her—her hand on me, squeezing just enough to make my blood roar. Adele. My mate. She had no idea what she was doing to me. No fucking clue how she'd burrowed under my skin, into my veins, consuming every damn thought day and night.

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the strands hard enough to hurt. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, the word coming out rough and ragged.

Last night replayed in my mind like a torture reel I couldn't shut off. She'd crawled across the bed in that silk nightgown, the deep red fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. It had slipped up her thighs, teasing glimpses of smooth, golden skin that made my wolf howl inside me. I'd wanted to rip it off her right then. Tear it to shreds with my claws and bury myself inside her, claiming her over and over until she was screaming my name, until I was the only thing left in her world. Goddess, I wanted to give her everything she begged for. Mark her, mate her, fill her until she couldn't think straight.

But I couldn't. I wouldn't.

My dick throbbed painfully against my pants, still hard from her touch just minutes ago. I groaned, shifting my weight, but it didn't help. Her scent was everywhere—sweet vanilla and wildflowers, clinging to my clothes, my skin. It drove me insane.

Four months of this hell, and every day it got worse. She was in my head during meetings, her laugh echoing when I tried to focus on pack business. At night, she haunted my dreams, her body arching under mine, her moans filling the dark. I'd wake up sweating, rock hard, fisting myself to the thought of her just to get some relief. But it was never enough. Nothing was enough without her.

I pushed off the door, pacing the room like a caged animal. The office was my sanctuary—dark wood panels, stacks of papers on the desk, a wall of books that smelled like leather. But even here, she invaded. I could picture her sprawled on the desk, legs wrapped around me, begging for more.

Shit.

I stopped, bracing my hands on the edge of the desk, knuckles white. My breathing came in harsh pants. Why did she have to push like that? When she had grabbed me, whispering those filthy words—"Make me forget how to walk. Make me yours in every way that matters"—I'd been seconds from snapping. Her voice, low and husky, had wrapped around my cock like her hand. I'd felt it twitch in her grip, pre-cum leaking just from her touch. I wanted it so bad. Wanted to flip her onto the bed, spread her wide, and thrust into her heat until she was clenching around me, milking every drop.

A growl rumbled in my chest. My wolf paced inside me, restless, demanding. Claim her. Mate her. She's ours. But I shoved him down, hard. No. I couldn't let that happen. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

The memory tried to creep in—the one I kept buried deep, like a scar that never healed. My fault. All my fault. I shook my head, forcing it back. Not now. Not fucking now. I couldn't think about the past when the present was tearing me apart. Adele deserved better than this broken shell of a man. She deserved a mate who could give her everything without the shadows dragging him down. But how the hell was I supposed to explain that without shattering her?

I dropped into the leather chair behind the desk, rubbing my face with both hands. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive from her proximity. I could still feel the ghost of her fingers sliding down my chest, over my abs, curling around my length. She'd squeezed, and I'd nearly come right there, hips bucking involuntarily. Her breath on my jaw, hot and tempting, promising things I craved more than air. "Give me this if you really care about me." Her words echoed, taunting me. I did care. Too much. That's why I had to stop this.

But stopping felt impossible. My hand drifted down without thinking, palming myself through my pants. Just to ease the ache. A low moan escaped my lips as I stroked, imagining it was her. Her soft palm, her teasing grip. I pictured her on her knees in front of me, those full lips parting, taking me deep. Her eyes looking up, dark with lust, as she sucked me off. I'd thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth until I exploded down her throat. Then I'd pull her up, bend her over the desk, and slide into her from behind. She'd be so wet, so ready, crying out as I pounded into her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

I unzipped my pants, freeing myself. My cock sprang out, thick and veined, the tip glistening. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slow at first, building the pressure. In my mind, it was Adele's heat enveloping me, her walls clenching tight. I'd flip her onto her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and drive deeper, hitting her G spot. "Lucien," she'd gasp, nails digging into my back. I'd kiss her hard, swallowing her moans, our bodies slick with sweat. I wanted to taste her everywhere—her neck, her breasts, between her thighs. Lick her until she was trembling, begging for my cock. Then I'd give it to her, slow and torturous, making her feel every inch.

My strokes sped up, fist pumping harder. The chair creaked under me. Heat built in my core, coiling tight. I imagined claiming her fully—sinking my teeth into her shoulder as I came inside her, the bond snapping into place, unbreakable. She'd be mine forever. The thought pushed me over the edge. I groaned her name, spilling over my hand, waves of pleasure crashing through me. But as the high faded, reality slammed back. Emptiness. Guilt. This wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

I cleaned up quickly, tucking myself away, but the tension didn't leave. If anything, it was worse. Adele was chipping away at my resolve, one touch at a time. Last night, when she'd slapped my laptop shut and demanded answers, I'd seen the hurt in her eyes. It gutted me. She thought I didn't want her. How could she think that? Every cell in my body screamed for her. But wanting and having were two different things. I'd built walls for a reason—to protect her from the monster I was, the one that destroyed everything it touched.

I stood up, pacing again. I needed a plan. A real one. Something to survive her relentless pull. Maybe I could bury myself in work—pack alliances, border patrols, anything to keep my mind off her body. But who was I kidding? She'd find a way in. She always did. Or I could leave. Take a trip, put distance between us until I figured this out. But the thought of being away from her twisted my gut. The bond would scream in protest, pulling me back like a magnet.

No. Running wasn't an option. I had to face this. Talk to her? Tell her the truth? The idea made my stomach drop. How do you tell your mate that you're poison? She'd look at me differently. Pity. Fear. I couldn't bear it.

I sank back into the chair, staring at the ceiling. Goddess help me, I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. Her whispers this morning had nearly broken me. "Claim me. Make me forget how to walk." Fuck, I wanted to. Wanted to pin her down, spread her legs, and thrust until she was limp and sated, whispering my name like a prayer. I could see it so clearly—her hair fanned out on the pillow, lips swollen from my kisses, body marked with my bites. I'd tease her first, fingers circling her clit until she was writhing, then slide inside, slow and deep. Build her up, edge her, until she was clawing at me, desperate. Then I'd give her everything, hard and fast, our bodies slapping together in rhythm.

Fuck. I was in too deep.

I needed a plan. Lock my door. Sleep in the guest room. Hell, camp in the woods if I had to. Anything to avoid her temptation.

But deep down, I knew it was futile. Adele was my mate. My everything. And resisting her was killing me slowly.

Goddess help me, I didn't know how much stronger I could be.