Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

Emilia’s POV

When Tiffany walked back into the house alone, I couldn’t hide my surprise. "Where’s Fynn?"

"I sent him home." Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact.

"Why?"

"I don’t feel like going out."

The shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes stopped me from pushing. I reached out and squeezed her hand. "Then we’ll stay in. How about we binge some Netflix later? Your pick."

She managed a watery smile, and I let it go.

But the next day? A whole different story. That was the day Sebastian had sworn he’d make everything clear in front of Abigail. The day he’d prove, once and for all, where his loyalty lay.

I’d reached out to Damien. I kept it casual, didn’t say why I wanted to meet. Just that we should grab dinner, catch up like old times.

At nine-thirty sharp, Sebastian and I walked into the lobby arm in arm. Just before we reached the private dining room, his footsteps faltered. My heart lurched.

"Are you regretting this?" I asked, for what had to be the third time that day.

"No."

The coldness in his green eyes was almost reassuring. He pushed forward, and I followed. The door swung open with a soft creak, and there they were.

My eyes went straight to Abigail. On the surface I kept my face smooth, unbothered. Underneath? My heart hammered so hard I was sure the whole room could hear it. Because Abigail wasn’t just any woman. She was the one who still held a piece of Sebastian’s heart, whether he’d admit it or not.

Abigail stared back, her face blank. But it was there in her eyes. The dread. The sudden understanding that something was about to shatter.

"This isn’t going to be pretty," Eve murmured in my mind.

"I know," I shot back. "But it has to happen."

Sebastian pulled out a chair and sat, deliberately keeping his eyes off Abigail. Smart. One look from her and his resolve might crumble like wet cardboard.

I sat beside him, back straight, hands folded in my lap. The room felt airless. The only sound was four people breathing unevenly, all trying to look calm.

Sebastian was nervous. I could feel it rolling off him. He was about to face his past and his present in the same room, and he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting either of us.

I was nervous because I was terrified he’d chicken out at the last second.

Damien looked tense, jaw tight, clearly bracing for Sebastian to say something that would wreck Abigail.

And Abigail? She looked like she was waiting for a bomb to drop.

After what felt like forever, Sebastian finally spoke. His voice was cold, detached, his eyes on Abigail. "I asked you here today to officially introduce you to someone."

He turned to me, and his tone softened just a fraction. "This is my wife. And I love her very much."

The room dropped ten degrees. Abigail’s fingers curled into fists on the table, but she said nothing.

"We’re living a good life now," Sebastian went on, his voice steady and unyielding. "I won’t give her up for anyone. Without her, I wouldn’t be sitting here. So this is it. We can’t see each other again. I’m willing to forgive everything in the past. I hope you and Damien find happiness together."

Abigail’s face went white. A bead of sweat slid down her temple, but still she stayed quiet.

"And I’d appreciate it if the two of you quietly left Silverlake City," Sebastian added, colder now. "Just like you did three years ago. I don’t want to see either of you here again."

"Enough!"

Damien shot to his feet, his chair scraping loud against the floor. His face was flushed, a vein standing out at his temple. Before I could take it in, his fist flew at Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian dodged, fast, but Damien didn’t quit. He swung again, and then the two of them were grappling, fists flying, chairs clattering.

"Stop! Both of you, stop!" I shouted, jumping up, trying to wedge myself between them.

Abigail sat frozen, tears sliding silently down her face.

"Damien, I said stop." My voice came out sharp enough to cut glass. "You stole another man’s fiancée, and now you’ve got the nerve to throw punches? Where’s your shame?"

Damien froze. His eyes locked on mine, wild and furious. Then, before I could react, he grabbed my arm and started hauling me toward the door.

"Let go of me. Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?"

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. He just turned to Abigail, his voice rough. "Abigail. It’s time to tell them the truth."

"Let her go."

Sebastian’s voice was deadly calm, the kind that comes right before a storm. He moved toward us, but Abigail’s voice stopped him cold.

"Sebastian, let them go. I have something to tell you."

My heart dropped. I stopped struggling, my whole body going rigid.

Whatever she was about to say, it was going to change everything.

And just like that, I was hauled out of the room like a puppet, Damien’s grip on my arm.

Damien pulled the door shut and leaned back against the corridor wall. His eyes were squeezed shut.

I leaned against the door, and the conversation inside came through clear. My lips quivered. I asked him in a choked voice, "Do you really have to help Abigail tear my family apart like this?"

"I don’t mean to ruin anyone’s happiness. But some things have to be said. If you were Abigail, carrying that kind of hatred, you wouldn’t want to swallow all the pain alone either."

And then I went quiet, because inside that private room, the conversation that could unravel everything had finally begun.