Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Raven’s POV

I went back to my room with the phone and the tracking device, my steps quiet against the polished wooden floor.

The moment I entered, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, my in my head. I didn’t have much time to waste.

heart still racing from the thoughts tumbling around

Crossing to my desk, I pulled open the drawer where I kept a few items hidden from wandering eyes. The tracking device rested in my palm a small, inconspicuous thing, almost innocent–looking. But I knew its purpose.

Tonight, it wasn’t just a piece of technology; it was my ticket to knowing exactly where Olivia would go… and to finding out the truth once

and for all.

I slipped the device inside my pocket, making sure it was secure, and took a deep breath. My mind was already outlining every step I needed to take before nightfall. I couldn’t afford any mistakes.

But the problem was, I still had hours to kill before the cover of darkness would make my plan easier to carry out.

Freshening up seemed like the logical thing to gave me something to focus on, something to steady my nerves.

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I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin. My hands lingered longer than necessary under the stream, as though I could wash away the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside me: anger, guilt, and determination.

By the time I got out, wrapped in a towel, I felt slightly lighter, I dressed in something comfortable, tied my hair back, and decided I couldn’t just sit here waiting for nightfall. My nerves would eat me alive.

The library came to mind. A quiet place, away from prying eyes, where I could bury myself in words and pretend just for a little while that I wasn’t planning something dangerous.

Before heading there, I stopped by the kitchen. The smell of baked bread and roasted meat lingered faintly in the air, though most of the bustle had died down for the day. I grabbed a snack a small loaf of bread and a few slices of cheese before continuing on my way.

When I stepped into the library, the familiar scent of old parchment and polished wood greeted me. Tall shelves stood like silent sentinels, filled with years of history, stories, and secrets. The soft light from the chandeliers cast a warm glow across the room.

I walked along the rows until my fingers brushed against a spine that caught my attention: The Werewolf Traditions: Ancestry and Law. Perfect. Something that would keep my mind engaged.

I sank into a plush armchair by the window, unwrapped my snack, and began to read. The book pulled me in immediately. It spoke of the earliest packs, the sacred laws that governed them, the oaths sworn under moonlight, and the punishments for betrayal.

I found myself imagining the world centuries ago, when wolves lived by honor more than politics.

The words blurred into vivid images in my mind warriors standing under silver–lit skies, Lunas crowned in wildflowers, trials held in the forest where the accused stood before their Alpha under the watch of the Moon Goddess.

My chest tightened as I thought of how far my own reality was from those noble traditions.

I turned page after page, so engrossed that the outside world faded.

It wasn’t until I reached the final chapter that something pulled me out of the trance. The shadows in the room were darker than before. A strange stillness hung in the air. I glanced toward the window–and froze.

Chapter 152

Night.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, snapping the book shut.

I had stayed far longer than intended. Every orond now mattered.

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I slid the book back into its place, my fingers trembling slightly, and hurried out of the library. My footsteps echoed faintly against the corridor floor as I made my way to my room.

Once inside, I retrieved the tracking device from my pocket and checked it one last time to make sure it was functional. Then I tucked it away again, grabbed a covered food tray from the kitchen–something warm and tempting and headed straight for the cells.

The air grew colder and heavier as I descended toward the underground holding area. The scent of damp stone and faint traces of metal filled my nose. Two guards stood at their posts, their uniforms rumpled and streaked with dirt.

They bowed slightly when they saw me. “Good evening, Miss Raven.”

“Evening,” I said briskly, my tone carrying just enough authority to make them respond quickly. “Open the door.”

One of them hesitated, glancing toward the tray in my hands. “You brought her food?”

“Yes,” I replied smoothly. “I thought starving her accomplish much. And besides…” I let my lips curl into the faintest smirk. “It’s more fun when the game lasts longer.”

That made them exchange an uneasy look, but they obeyed, unlocking the cell door.

The hinges creaked, and I stepped inside.

Olivia was sitting in the far corner, her back against the wall, her hair messy, and her clothes wrinkled. Even in her disheveled state, she held herself with a strange sort of defiance.

For a moment, I felt it—a sharp pang of guilt in my chest. My half–sister. Once, that title might have meant something. But now it was only a reminder of every wound she had inflicted on my life.

I pushed the feeling aside and set the tray down in front of her. “Eat.”

Her head lifted slowly, her eyes narrowing. “Why?” she as

suspiciously. “Trying to poison me now?”

I let out a dry laugh. “If I wanted you dead, Olivia, I would have done it a long time ago. And what’s the fun in ending you so easily? No… still have to pay for what you did.”

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She didn’t answer. Instead, she stared at me for a moment longer before shifting her gaze to the tray. The scent of the food must have been too tempting–her stomach growled audibly. Without another word, she moved toward it and began to eat with quick, almost desperate

bites.

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