Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Alpha Ethan’s Per

“All done,” I muttered, pulling away freen Olivia’s back as laid off her

She let out a soft hum and turned slightly, watching me with narrowed eyes.

“tee you okay?” she asked gently, her towel now clutched around her chest as the sat up on the bed

“I’m fine,” Hied, “Kust remembered I have some unfinished work to take care of ”

She studied my face, her expression unreadable.

I didn’t wait for her reply. I bent to grab my shirt, slipping it over my head as I headed for the door,

I needed space not from her touch, but from the weight pressing against my chest, the voice echoing in my head, Raven, her face, her eyes, the rawness of her pain, the slap

Everything about her was haunting me

The moment I stepped into the hallway. I exhaled like I hadn’t taken a breath in minutes. I ran a hand through my hair and moved down the stairs

My mind wasn’t even in the direction; my legs just carried me toward the study, the one place I could be alone, where no one dared disturbs me unless

Summoned

shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment,

The silence was deafening, the warmth from Olivia’s skin lingered on my hands, but it didn’t stir me the way Raven’s touch did. Olivia was my mate, my Luna, my chosen queen.

Then why the hell can’t I stop thinking about Raven?

I walked over to the chair behind the wide mahogany desk and sank into it, my head falling into my hands. My mind replayed Matthew’s words from the other day like a broken record

Why d

do you hate her that much?”

Hate? is that what this is?

Then my wolf’s voice stirred in my head. “She’s done nothing wrong to you but be a good sex slave.

“Shut it,” I growled aloud.

The wolf went quiet, but not without leaving a heavy echo of shame behind.

What was I doing? To her? To myself?

Trubbed my temples, my elbows resting on the desk. Raven’s tears stained face when she was being punished. The way she looked at me like I had betrayed her, I stood abruptly, the chair screeching as it pushed back. I paced the room for a few seconds before stopping in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t it, but I stared into the cold ashes like it held answers.

I couldn’t shake it anymore, I had to see her.

Not to hurt her, not to claim her again, not even for an apology.

I didn’t know what the hell I’d say, But i needed to see her face. Maybe just to confirm that she was okay. Or maybe… to find a piece of myself in her again.

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Chapter 119

I turned on my heel and strode toward the door. I opened it with purpose and walked through the hallway i

flower vases near the slabs.

“You.” I raid, and she spun round quickly, startled “Get me a gift basket. Put things inside, Something a voman would tha

She blinked. “A anything specific. Alpha?”

“don’t know what she likes, I muttered under my breath, frustrated..

“Sorry, Alpha?”

“Never mind,” I snapped lightly, sighing “Just get me something decent, Chocolate, wine, snacks, sweets, whatever just… arrange

She nodded and hurried away. I began pacing again, hands on my hips, eyes locked on the floor. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, What if she throws it back at me? What if she slams the door in my face? What if the refuses to see me altogether?

1 paused mid–step, considering the one person who might know what she liked. Matthew

Should I go and ask him?

No. That thought imitated me more t

than I cared to admit. I clenched my jaw

The idea of going to Matthew and admitting I needed to know Riven’s favorite things left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Forget it,” I muttered.

I would take whatever I could manage and face her like a man, even if I had nothing to say, even if she spit on me.

I deserved it.

Minutes passed before the maid returned, a basket cradled in her arms.

She placed it on the small table near the staircase. It was neatly wrapped in cellophane, with a dark blue ribbon tied across the top..

I stared at it. The ridiculousness of the gesture almost made me scoff.

Was this what I’d become? Gifting peace offerings to a woman I tortured with my silence, with my fists, with my coldness!

And yet, I reached for it. My hand gripped the side of the basket as I took a deep breath

I didn’t know what I was going to say.

Hell, I didn’t even know if I could form words.

But I had made up my mind.

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