CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING

They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive.

So why did he choose me?

The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash.

One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me.

Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys.

And I keep going back for more.

But Maximus doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays.

Too bad for him…I’m not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I’m something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.

I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that I was unloved. Unwanted.

But this—

This was something else entirely.

I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, mother, and sister looked at me like I was trash.

Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life like it meant nothing.

“You should be grateful to us." My father's voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his.

“Why? Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered, my chest squeezing in pain.

“Oh please, stop with the drama, take a look at yourself, would you love you if you were you?" My sister Rosella asked and my mother chuckled like it was funny.

“You're sending me to die and you're laughing about it?" I asked, my chest boiling in anger.

"We're giving you redemption from your pathetic life, you've done nothing but disgrace us as a family. We're only doing what's best for our family.” My mother finally said, looking at me with disdain.

She didn't need to say it directly but I knew I wasn't part of that family.

“What about me? What's best for me?" I asked and my father took a threatening step towards me.

“You ungrateful child, you should be happy we kept you alive, what gives you the right to think you can question us?!" My father boomed in anger and that made something in me snap.

“I am your daughter! I am your daughter, and you've done nothing but hate me for twenty two years, what have I ever done to you?!" I yelled in anger and I didn't see it coming when his hand landed on my face with a hard slap.

“How dare you?! How dare you raise your voice at me?!”

My eyes burned, my mouth wobbled but I refused to let the tears fall. I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting and ugly you look?” He sneered and all I did was stand there and take his insult.

"And you had to