Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

The water burned against my skin, but I didn’t care.

I stood under the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body with trembling fingers and gritted teeth.

The soap slid over my arms and down my legs, foam collecting at my feet, mixing with the grime and blood and whatever else had clung to me in that damned cHaven POW

ell, I scribbed harder, harder, until my skin tuned red and raw. But it wasn’t enough I felt filthy inside and out.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hidden by the water cascading over n

my face.

My sobs were silent, strangled, and choked by the lump in my throat.

The pain that twisted in my chest was unbearable, like someone was wringing my heart out slowly, maliciously. And all of it this entire mess was because

of him.

Alpha Ethan.

Thated him. I hated the way

way his voice

skin even after he was gone

voice echoed in my head, the way his scent clung to my memories, and the way his touch lett a burning trail down my

Thated the way my body responded to him when my mind screamed no.

I hated that no matter how much I wanted to sever this bond to run away and disappear, my wolf refused to let go

“He just wants my body,” I whispered bitterly, scrubbing harder at my chest “That’s all I am to him… a fucking sex slave.”

1 clenched my teeth as my tears turned into quiet sobs. “The Moon Goddess made a mistake. She gave me a mate who sees me as nothing more than a

toy.

Even though I didn’t want to be with him–even though every part of me wanted to escape, my woll wouldn’t let me be

She whimpered inside me, aching for him, clinging to the mate bond like it was sacred. And maybe it was, once. But now it felt like a chain.

I dug my nails into my scalp as I scrubbed my hair, hissing as I ran my fingers through the matted knots and filth.

It hadn’t been washed since I was thrown into that damn cell The strands clumped together, greasy and tangled.

I poured shampoo into my palm and scrubbed again, harder this time, desperate to erase every trace of him his touch, his scent, his claim..

But nothing worked

When I was finally sure I was clean, raw, pink, and trembling, I burned off the tap and stepped out of the shower. The steam clung to my skin like a shroud.

I wrapped a towel around myself and slowly walked back into the room, my feet dragging as though the weight of my thoughts had settled into my

bones.

That’s when I saw it.

A box sat neatly on the bed, perfectly placed, like it had been waiting for me.

I frowned, walking toward it cautiously, my wet hair dripping down my back. The box was sleek and black, tied with a silver ribbon.

I untied it with a shaky hand and lifted the lid

Inside was a nightgown silky, dark red, and unmistakably designer. The kind of thing a mistress wore for her master.

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Chapter 109

I swallowed hard.

Tucked beside it was a note, folded ence

already knew who it was from. I didn’t have to open it.

Still, my fingers moved before my mind could stop them..

“Wear this

That was all it said, no name, no apology, Just a command.

I crumpled the note in my list as anger surged through me like fee,

He didn’t even have the decency to sign it.

Of course, he didn’t, Why would he? I was just a body to him. A warm, breathing thing he could use and toss aside when he was done, no words, no care, no soul.

yhands tremblod, the crumpled paper falling to the floor as I forced myself to breathe.

My!

Slowly, mechanically, I set the nightgown aside, I wasn’t going to wear it for him, not like a gift or an offering, I would wear it because he commanded it and because I had no choice.

That’s what hurt the most.

I stood in front of the mirror, my bare skin pale and bruised, the light catching on the healing cuts across my shoulders and the fading purple around my neck. I applied cream slowly, deliberately, hating every inch of my reflection.

I brushed my hair until it was soft and detangled, curling slightly at the ends the way it used to before everything changed. The girl looking back at ma wasn’t me anymore. She was a ghost.

When I finally slipped the nightgown over my head, the silk clung to my damp skin like sin. It fit too perfectly.

It was meant to highlight my curves, to make me look like some forbidden fantasy. My throat tightened.

A knock on the door shattered the silence-

Two guards stood there when I opened it stone–faced, silent. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to

I stopped into the hallway without a word, walking between them as if I were being led to an execution.

We took the stairs, but not the usual path to the Alpha’s chambers. Instead, they guided me up to the third floor of the mansion, one I had never been allowed to explore. It was quiet up there.

The walls were different, lined with old portraits that faded with time. The air was thick with dust and secrets

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