Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 22

I sat on my throne-like chair, the room covered in darkness as I waited.

My fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, my eyes fixed on the door. The beast inside me was already eager to tear into something.

I might be cold and ruthless, but what I can't take is someone messing with what's mine.

The image of Emilia lying lifeless in that bed burned in my head and it made me mad.

It doesn't matter what type of voodoo brought her back but that woman shouldn't have done that in the first place.

And I'm going to show her just what I do to people like her.

The smell of fear was thick in the air even before she stepped into the room.

It was disgusting and pathetic.

The doors pushed open and a slender figure walked in. Nothing like Emilia. Goddess, the thought of her made my pants tighten.

I've imagined how well she'd take me, not like these skinny little dolls that break with just one thrust.

The woman walked in, her steps slow and measured, like she was counting the time she had to live.

Good, she should have thought about that before touching Emilia.

"Your Majesty," she said in a shaky voice as she tilted her head, not fully bowing like if she looked down I might pounce.

For a moment, I said nothing, just let her stand there, giving her the illusion that she might survive tonight.

"You know you're a pretty little thing." I said, voice cold as I watched her trembling form.

"But one thing about pretty little things is that they break easily." She visibly swallowed as she took a step back in fear.

But there was nowhere for her to run to, she won't be running anywhere, not today, not ever.

She hasn't started screaming which was good, I wanted her to save all the screaming for when the real fun starts.

"What's your name?" I asked,

She shivered like I told her to plunge her heart and bring it to me. If that was possible.

"My name is Liliana...Liliana Ember " She said and I hummed, the sound of my fingers drumming on the armrest, echoing in the room.

Then slowly, I rose and she whimpered, taking a step back.

"Please...please, don't kill me." She said as she started crying.

If she thought that sound was going to soften my heart and make me not want to kill her, she was joking. First of all, I didn't have a heart, secondly, the sound of her crying and pleading only made the beast inside me hungry.

"They told me you were strong," I whispered as I took a step toward her and she took two steps back shaking her head.

"Please don't kill me, I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you want, please..." she cried harder and I stopped in my tracks.

"You'll do whatever I want?" I asked, giving her false hope and she nodded her head frantically.

"Then be a good girl and come here."

Her eyes went round in shock and panic but then she started walking towards me like she was compelled to.

She continued walking slowly until she stopped in front of me and it took everything in me not to smirk.

I brought my finger to her neck, running it down her vein and she visibly shivered. And then my voice dropped, low and dangerous.

"You should have known that the moment they offered you to me, you were already my slave. You don't have a say in the matter."

Her face turned even paler as she tried to move back but it was already too late.

My claws came out, sharp and angry, as I wrapped my hands around her neck. The sound of my claws sinking into her flesh filled the room, followed by the sweet sound of her screams as blood gushed from her neck, splattering across my face.

She screamed and screamed, but that only made my claws dig deeper.

"In this life or the next, you'll never mess with what's mine." I whispered before pulling my claws out and she staggered back and then her legs gave out as she fell, her blonde hair covered in blood.

She gasped for air but there was nothing but dead knocking on her door as I stood over her body.

"You do look prettier covered in blood." I said coldly before turning away from her and walking back to my chair as I slowly sank on it like the dark king I am.

I had satisfied the hunger that had been gnawing at me since hearing what this woman did to Emilia, but a new kind of fire was burning inside me.

The one that couldn't wait a second.

The one that only she could quench.

I needed to see her.

Now.

"Let me go! What the hell do you people want from me?!" I struggled as two guards dragged me down the hallway leading to that fucking room I didn't want anything to do with.

We reached the set of double doors and one of the guards pushed them open before the other one pushed me inside.

"What the hell?! Let me out!" I screamed in anger as I pounded against the door.

"I thought you'd be delighted to see me," I heard that rich, cold, annoying voice and it made me stop, as I quickly turned.

That's when the smell hit me.

The thick metallic smell of blood.

I walked further into the room and there she was, the super sassy blondie, lying on the floor looking sexy in red, dead.

I turned back to the king who was sitting on his chair like he was expecting something from me.

"So what now? I should thank you?" I asked as I folded my hands, but he didn't respond immediately.

The doors opened again and two men walked in and silently took the dead woman out leaving just me and him.

"I didn't call you here to thank me, Emilia," he said, voice sounding thick and filled with restraint like he was seconds away from losing it.

"Then what do you want?"

His eyes darkened as they racked my body, slowly, until they met mine.

And then he whispered;

"I called you here to serve me."