Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Alpha Ethan’s Pov

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It’s been weeks now since I lost my mate, my wolf, and with them, the strength that once made me who I was.

They tell you an alpha is unbreakable, a pillar no storm can move, but they never tell you what happens when the storm comes from within.

These weeks have been the hardest of my life, and every morning I wake up weaker, emptier, and more hollow.

The sunlight slipped weakly through the curtains, painting pale lines across the floor. I didn’t bother reaching for it.

Light didn’t mean much anymore. What I did reach for was the picture frame on my bedside table. Raven.

Her face smiled at me from behind the glass, frozen in time, untouchable.

I traced the curve of her cheek with my thumb the way I had done a thousand times.

I talked to her sometimes, asked questions I knew no one could answer, and other times I simply pressed the cold glass against my forehead as if it could bridge the distance between

1. us.

I wasn’t ready to move on. How could I be? My chest still burned every time I said her name in my mind. The Moon Goddess might have her rules, but my heart had its own law, and it bowed to Raven alone.

A knock on the door shattered my thoughts.

For a second, I thought about ignoring it. Silence had been my closest companion these past weeks, and I wasn’t ready to share the room with anyone else. But the knock came again, firmer this time, carrying insistence.

“Come in,” I said finally, my voice dry and brittle.

The door opened, and in came Beta Matthew. He had something in his hands, something heavy, and when I looked properly, my heart clenched. A wheelchair.

My eyes darkened. I looked away.

Matthew set it down beside the bed and faced me squarely. He didn’t carry pity in his eyes; that’s why I tolerated him. But he carried something worse: truth.

Chapter 185

“It’s time, Ethan,” he said, his voice steady. “You’ve punished yourself long enough. Sitting here, drowning in what–ifs, isn’t going to change anything.

You regret what happened with Raven; I know that. But regret won’t bring her back. Regret won’t heal your legs. You need to move forward.”

My jaw tightened. “Forward to what, Matthew? A life where my wolf is gone, my mate is gone, and my body refuses to obey me? Tell me, what kind of alpha rules from a wheelchair?”

He didn’t flinch. He never did. “The kind of Alpha who refuses to give up. You’re not finished, Ethan. The healers said your legs can still recover; it won’t be easy, but it’s possible.

And even if it takes time, so what? While this lasts, make the best of it. Live. Make memories. Be the alpha this pack still needs.”

I barked out a laugh, harsh and bitter. “You talk like it’s easy.”

Matthew stepped closer, his expression softening. “It’s not easy. But staying here, rotting away in your own grief? That’s harder. And if you keep doing this, you won’t just lose your legs, Ethan. You’ll lose yourself.”

His words sank into me like stones into water, dragging me deeper. For weeks, I had told myself I was justified in my silence, my retreat.

That no one could understand. But standing there, his eyes fixed on me, Matthew was holding up a mirror I couldn’t ignore.

Slowly, I reached for the chair, my fingers brushing against its cold armrest. I hated it, hated everything it represented, but maybe… just maybe, it was the first step.

“I’ve gotten over it,” I muttered, though we both knew it was a lie. Still, it was something.

Matthew’s lips twitched into the faintest smile, relief breaking through his sternness.

I swallowed, my voice rough. “Thank you, Matthew. For being here. For not walking away, even when I deserved it.”

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