Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Raven’s POV

Walking out of the study, I felt a pain in my chest.

“You shouldn’t have done what you did in there,” my wolf said, her voice more like a whisper carried by the wind.

“He deserves every bit of it,” I whispered back. “And even more.”

But even as I said it, I couldn’t ignore the ache that lingered beneath my breastbone. I hated the bond. I hated that even after all the pain, the betrayal, and the punishment, something inside me still trembled when I saw him looking pale and exhausted like that. Like a man carrying the weight of his sins and knowing he would never be able to put it down.

But this wasn’t about Ethan.

This was about her.

I hadn’t seen Olivia since the day she was exposed, and I wanted to make sure Alpha Ethan had locked her up. Her lies, her cruelty, everything she took from me the years, the mate bond, the innocence had finally caught up with her. And now… now I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

I needed to see that she was truly paying for what she did.

Each step I took toward the cells beneath the packhouse echoed with purpose. The corridor was dim, the air damp, and filled with the scent of rust and mold. Two guards stood at the entrance to the holding cells, straightening as they saw me approaching.

“I want to see her,” I said, my voice sharp.

They exchanged a glance before one of them nodded. “This way, Luna.”

I almost laughed at the title.

We passed rows of empty cells, most of them dark and abandoned. But as we approached the far end of the hallway, I felt a strange fluttering in my chest. A mix of satisfaction… and something else I wasn’t ready to name.

The guard stopped in front of a cell and stepped aside. “She’s in here.”

I stepped forward and looked in.

There she was.

Olivia.

My half–sister. My tormentor. The perfect Luna who had stolen everything from me.

But what I saw wasn’t the Olivia I remembered.

Her head was bowed down, her once perfectly styled blonde hair now a tangled mess hanging over her face. Her skin looked pale, sickly even, as if all the light had been drained from her.

Her clothes once tailored, spotless, and expensive were now wrinkled, stained with dirt and dust from the stone floor.

She didn’t look up.

Not until I said her name.

“Olivia.”

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Slowly, she raised her head.

And I saw her eyes.

Dull. Empty. Tired.

For a second, just one second, pity flickered in my heart. I didn’t want it there, but it came anyway. She looked so… broken,

So unlike the proud woman who once stood tall beside Alpha Ethan, barking o

gorders, wearing diamonds, and smiling like she owned the world.

She blinked slowly, her expression dull, and then, in a voice that was weak but

sound her trademark venom, she asked, “What are you doing here?

I raised my chin, forcing myself to stay composed. “I came to see how you’re doing in the cell,” I said coldly. “To check how you’re enjoying what I passed through all those years.”

Her lip twitched, almost like a smirk, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You came to gloat.”

“I came to watch justice work,” I replied.

She scoffed, then winced slightly, as if even that movement hurt her. “You think locking me up will fix everything? You think putting me here makes us

even?”

“We’re not even,” I said, stepping closer to the bars. “Not even close. But this… this is just a taste of what’s to come. A tip of what I’m capable of doing to you.”

Her eyes sharpened slightly at that, the first real emotion I’d seen in her face since I walked in.

“I don’t regret anything I did to you,” she said, her voice hoarse but firm. “Not a single thing.”

Of course she didn’t.

“You’re still just as proud,” I said. “Still not ready to change. Not even after all this.”

She sat back against the wall, her spine straightening slightly. “I never needed to change. Everything I did… I did for a reason.”

I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my palms.

“Tell me, Olivia,” I said after a moment, “how does it feel now? To be the one at the bottom? To wear torn clothes and eat whatever they throw at you if they even feed you at all. How does it feel to sleep on the cold floor with no warmth, no power, and no Alpha beside you?”

She glared at me, her expression twisting with rage. “You think this is forever?” she spat. “You think I’m staying here?”

Her voice, though faint, carried an undercurrent of steel that made my spine stiffen.

“I will come out of this cell,” she continued, her eyes now locked onto mine, fire flickering in them for the first time.

“And when I do, I will make you pay for locking me in here. For turning Ethan against me. For every single thing.”

She leaned forward, her tone laced with cold determination. “I will make sure you regret thinking you ever defeated me.”

Her words hung in the air like poison, seeping into the silence that followed.

I stared at her, at the madness in her gaze. The desperation.

There was no regret in her. No guilt. No redemption.

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