Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Raven’s POV

“Fuck you, Ethan,” I muttered under my breath as I walked off, my slippers dragging slightly against the tiled floor.

My fists were clenched, my body still trembling from the anger that threatened to swallow me whole. I stormed into the kitchen, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I grabbed the empty woven basket near the pantry shelf.

I needed air.

I needed space.

I needed to get away from that suffocating house before I lost what was left of my servant, like a toy he could summon and discard at will.

I bit down on my lip, refusing to let the tears fall. He didn’t deserve them.

sanity. That man, that monster. The nerve he had to treat me like a

My fingers tightened around the basket handle as I stormed out the back door and walked toward the woods.

The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, offering a little comfort. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden rays through the swaying trees.

“I’m just going to get the stupid blueberries,” I mumbled, brushing a loose strand of hair out of my face as I trudged down the familiar dirt path that led into the forest.

I had wanted to ask Beta Matthew to go with me, just to have someone beside me. But I stopped myself.

No, I couldn’t keep depending on him. I already felt guilty enough for dragging him into this mess someone whole, not a broken shadow like me.

of a

life. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved

So I walked alone, deeper into the woods, the basket swaying gently in my grip.

It was quiet, unusually so. The only sound was the occasional rustling of leaves and my footsteps crunching against twigs. I kept glancing around, searching for the familiar blueberry shrubs I remembered from weeks ago when I had once wandered here on my own, back when everything hadn’t turned to shit.

But now… nothing.

Just trees. Leaves. Moss.

I groaned softly, shifting the basket to my other hand.

“Of course,” I muttered. “He knew. He knew there were just a few trees here. That’s why he sent me. So I’d suffer. So I’d fail.”

I kicked a small rock with my foot, sending it tumbling down a slight hill, Frustration bubbled in my chest, hot and thick.

My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten all day. And here I was, scavenging in the woods like a desperate little rabbit.

“I hate you,” I whispered to no one in particular, But the name behind the words was loud in

my mind.

Alpha Ethan.

Always testing me. Always punishing me. Always pulling me back every time I tried to escape his darkness.

I paused, staring up at the patches of sky peeking through the trees.

“I should turn back,” I said out loud. “There’s nothing here.”

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But I couldn’t go back empty–handed. Not to him. The thought of his punishment of the look in his eyes, the cruel smirk, the disappointment laced with threats—was enough to push me deeper into the woods.

The air grew heavier the further I walked. Shadows stretched longer, even thought it was still early. The forest seemed older here. Wilder, I took star, cautious steps, my ears alert, my heart thudding a little louder with every passing minute.

And just when I was about to give up hope, I saw it.

A glint of color.

Blue.

1 squinted, then gasped.

A blueberry tree.

Fresh. Full. Glowing under a patch of filtered sunlight.

“Oh, thank the moon,” I whispered with a sigh of relief, and I broke into a jog, pushing through the brambles until I reached it.

The berries were fat and ripe, glistening like little gems. I reached out and plucked one, popping it into my

mouth.

Sweet.

I closed my eyes for a brief second, letting the flavor melt on my tongue. It was the first thing that felt remotely good today.

I dropped the basket on the forest floor and got to work. Plucking berries in clusters, brushing aside leaves, sometimes sneaking a few more into my mouth when I thought I deserved a little reward.

Before long, the basket was half full.

Then three–quarters.

Then filled to the brim with vibrant, fresh blueberries.

I smiled, genuinely for once.

For a fleeting second, I imagined myself not bringing them to Ethan, but walking straight past the packhouse and out of this territory for good. Running away. Disappearing. Building a quiet life with no alphas, no pain, no past.

But fantasies were just that–fantasies.

With a reluctant sigh, I stood and dusted off my dress, picked up the basket, and turned to head back. My legs ached, my head throbbed, but at least! had the damn berries.

As I began retracing my steps, I heard it.

A sound.

Faint.

Almost like a whisper carried by the wind.

I stopped, straining my ears.

Nothing.

I waited a beat longer, then shook my head. Probably just an animal moving through the bushes or a bird taking flight.

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I took another step forward.

That’s when I heard it again clearer this time,

A scream.

A woman’s scream.

Piercing.

Agonized.

It sliced through the forest like a knife.

My body froze, my heart lurching violently in my chest. The

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