Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Raven’s POV

I sat in the waiting room of the pack hospital, nervously biting my lower lip as Alpha Ethan spoke quietly with the doctor, thy heart throbbed my che was damn nervous about meeting Olivia. Six years–it had been six long years since I last saw her. I knew she’d be shocked to see me bort was perpend for any drama that might come with it.

Just then, I spotted Alpha Ethan approaching from a distance. I stood up quickly, grabbing the bag that held my old clothes, and waited. He said something–I think he asked if I was ready–but I didn’t answer, I simply followed him silently.

We stepped outside, and a sleek black SUV with tinted windows waited at the curb. I opened the back door a on the other side and gave the driver quick instructions.

and climbed in without a word. Ehangin

The moment the vehicle started moving, I felt the shift in the air. My wolf stirred restlessly, howling deep within me, dawng at my insides, pushing me to get closer to him–closer to Alpha Ethan.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

I stared out the window as trees blurred past, trying to keep my emotions in check.

But it was pretty hard for me. Soon, I could spot a building far away. I just sighed in relief. I got out of the car as soon as it came to a halt at the gate of the pack house.

As the SUV rolled to a halt in front of the grand gate, I stared up, awestruck, at the building before me. No, not a building–a mansion. A palace. The Silve Crest Pack House was nothing short of a masterpiece. Towering iron gates slowly opened, revealing an immaculate, sprawling estate surrounded by acres of manicured gardens and rows of majestic oak trees lining the driveway like loyal sentinels.

The driveway alone was longer than any street I’d lived on as a rogue.

The pack house loomed ahead, a luxurious blend of modern elegance and timeless grandeur. Its white stone exterior gleamed in the sunlight, polished perfection. Large bay windows lined each floor, glinting like diamonds in the light. There were balconies with intricate iron railings wrapped in flowin vines, and a long veranda stretched across the front like welcoming arms.

The roof was slate gray, steep and sharp–edged, with towering chimneys and skylights built into the design. Several wings extended out from the main structure, connected by stone corridors and arched passageways. Each wing had its own character, but they all screamed wealth, power, and prestige.

I swallowed hard as the SUV came to a stop in the circular driveway paved with smooth black cobblestones. A massive fountain sat at the center of it. water dancing from a wolf statue that looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves.

The front doors were double, made of dark wood with golden handles shaped like crescent moons. Pack members moved about with purpose on the wide front steps, most bowing slightly when Alpha Ethan stepped out. I followed suit, clutching my bag tightly.

My clothes suddenly felt embarrassingly shabby against the backdrop of elegance around me.

Alpha Ethan didn’t say much as he led me up the steps. I felt eyes on me–curious, assessing, maybe even disapproving. I wasn’t just some random outsider. I was a mystery. And in a pack like this, mystery always came with gossip.

The inside of the pack house was even more impressive than the outside.

The interior was massive, with ceilings that stretched at least thirty feet high. A crystal chandelier glittered above us, casting soft light across the mart floors. A grand staircase curved up both sides of the room, the banisters inlaid with silver designs and symbols that likely traced back to the pack’s origins. A gigantic mural was painted on the domed ceiling, depicting a fierce battle between wolves and rogues, the Alpha standing victorious at the

center.

The air smelled like pine, old books, and something faintly old but clean and comforting in a strange way.

TU–53 Inu, 17 J

Chapter 13

I barely had time to admire the space before Alpha Ethan motioned to someone nearby. A woman dressed in a pristine black and white uniform appeared almost instantly. She was tall, maybe in her late forties, with her gray hair pulled into a tight bun and sharp, intelligent eyes.

“This is Margaret,” Alpha Ethan said, his voice low and commanding. “She’s the head made here. Margaret, this is Raven.”

Margaret gave me a quick once–over and offered a polite nod, though I sensed the unspoken questions lingering in her gaze.

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“She will be staying in the Luna’s wing,” Ethan continued, glancing at me for the first time since we’d entered. “Effective immediately, she’s to serve as the Luna’s personal maid.”

“I trust you’ll see to it that she’s settled properly,” he added to Margaret, before turning to leave,

Just like that.

He walked away as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb into my life.

Margaret arched one perfectly shaped brow but didn’t ask any questions. “Come with me,” she said briskly.

I followed her silently, trying not to gape at the lavish details surrounding us. Every hallway we passed looked like it belonged in a five–star resort. Thick rugs padded the floor, and paintings of past Alphas adorned the walls. Ornate sconces provided warm light, while windows offered stunning views of the estate. And for some reason, I felt my eyes watering. This would have been me enjoying this luxury, but I guess fate had other plans.

We passed through a pair of arched doors and entered a quieter corridor. “This wing is reserved for the Luna and her inner circle,” Margaret explained. “You’ll be expected to maintain discretion, act with dignity, and follow the rules strictly. Olivia–our Luna–is kind.”

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