Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 110

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Raven Poy

I stood at the door, unsure of what to do. Should I go to him? Or maybe… run?

Now would be a perfect time to escape. My heart raced at the thought. But where would I go? And would I even make it out alive?

“Will you get your ass here, or should I do it for you?” Alpha Ethan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, sharp and cold as ever.

Without a second thought I walked up to him. My bare feet padded softly across the floor, the designer nightgown clinging to my still damp skin from

the shower

The dimly lit room bathed him in shadows. He sat at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared straight me. I was expecting .1 didn’t know chains? Aleash? Anything but what I saw

My eyes widened.

On the bed, there were three covered dishes, steam still rising from the lids. Beside them, a bottle of red wine with two tall glasses, and a chessboard set up and ready to play.

What the hell was

I blinked again, thinking it might disappear. But the food was still there, the wine, the he game.

My stomach growled loudly in protest, making me flinch in embarrassment. I hadn’t eaten in… gods, how long had it been! Days Locked in that cell. treated like an animal

I tore my gaze away from the food and looked at him, confused.

“What is all this?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I thought… I mean, wasn’t I brought here so you could just… use me?”

His expression didn’t shift much. Maybe the corner of his mouth twitched, but it was difficult to tell.

His eyes were dark and unreadable. “I want you fed,” he said simply, standing up and moving toward the bed. “Wouldn’t want you passing out while fucked you

His words hit me like ice water.

Of course. How stupid of me to think just for a moment that he might have done this out of some twisted form of care.

That he might have wanted to make me comfortable.

It was newer about me. It had always been about him.

He always did everything for his damn self.

I clenched my fists, trying to push the sting of disappointment down.

“And the chess game?” I asked tightly, keeping myrms wrapped around myself.

He pulled the covers off the dishes, letting the spent of roasted meat and spicy sauce fill the

My mouth instantly watered. “A little fun,” he said coolly, uncorking the wine. “Could be your last, after all”

He poured the deep red liquid into two glasses and then met my gaze. “Sit.”

My legs moved before my brain could protest. I sat across from him on the edge of the bed, the chessboard between us now. He handed me a fork and

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plate and began serving the yes, serving me

ke some twisted gentleman.

The first bite made my eyes sting

unexpected tears.

Geds. I didn’t even realize how much I missed warm food, real food.

melted in my mouth, rich and savory, and though every cell in my body screamed for more, I forced myself to slow down.

Bit by bit, I ate I wanted to devour the entire plate in seconds, but I didn’t want to look like a desperate animal in front of him. Not again.

When I was done, he brought the wine glass to me, holding up his own. “To our little secret,” he said, smirking. “You being my personal limtin sex slave”

I wanted to throw the drink in his face.

But instead, I clinked my glass against his and drank. The wine burned its way down my throat, warm and numbing

I drank more than I should have, but it dulled the ache in my chest, the shame clawing at my ribs.

And for some reason… I hated myself for it, but I was enjoying the attention. His attention.

It had been so long since anyone looked at me like I mattered.

Even if it was twisted and wrong and selfish, he looked at me. He saw me. And that pathetic part of me that still craved affection soaked it in like a dying plant.

He pulled the chessboard toward us.

“Let’s make it interesting,” he said, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Whoever loses a round must do whatever the winner says.”

I raised a brow, staring at the neatly lined pieces. “That’s not exactly a fair game. You’re probably good at this.”

He smirked. “Try me.”

I took a deep breath. “Fine”

The first round started, and I was rusty too hungry, too tired, too distracted. He played aggressively, dominating the board piece by piece. And when his knight cornered my king, he leaned back with a smug smile.

“Checkmate

I swallowed hard.

“What do you want?” I asked wanity,

His lips curled. “A kiss, A real one, Passionate.”

I stared at him. He wanted a kiss? He could’ve just take it he had, before. But now he wanted me to give it willingly.

I felt my face burn. Gritting my teeth, I stood on my knees and crawled across the bed toward him.

If he wanted passion, I’d give him more than he could handle.

I grabbed his collar, yanked him toward me, and kissed him hard

My mouth crushed against his hot and fierce,te moaned into it, his hands twitching at his sides as I deepened the kiss. I didn’t hold back; I gave him the fire and heat he wanted, enough to make higi shiver under my touch.

When I pulled away, he looked stunned.

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“Next round,” I said with a smirk of my own

His composure cracked for a moment, Just a flicker And then we reset the board.

I played smarter this time. Slower, I watched his eyes, read his movements, and set traps. My fingers moved with purpose now.

I wasn’t going to let him win again.

His queen fell. Then his rook. He tried to bait me, but I didn’t take it. My knight struck at just the right angle, and then

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