Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Reven’s Pov

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I woke up this morning feeling tired and sick, my body heavier than it had been the night before. Maybe it was because I had cried until my eyes burned, until my pillow was soaked and my chest felt hollow.

“Why won’t you accept him?” my wolf’s voice pierced sharply through the fog of my thoughts. “You have suffered enough. Or are you happy living like this, always torn apart?”

I lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her question cut deep because it wasn’t just a question; it was an accusation. A truth I had been avoiding.

“I don’t know…” I whispered back to her, though my lips barely moved. The truth was, I didn’t even have the strength to utter a word louder than that. I felt fragile, breakable, as if one wrong thought could shatter me completely.

My wolf was relentless. “You keep pushing him away, but can you honestly bear to see your babies born without a father? Can you live with the emptiness that will follow you? Derick is willing; he is here. He is not Ethan.”

Her words stirred a fresh ache in me. Ethan. The name itself was a blade. I closed my eyes, pressing my palm against my stomach as if holding my little ones closer.

“But he isn’t their father,” I murmured, my voice trembling with a lie I had repeated too often. I had told Derick once that I didn’t know the father. That had been my way of shielding myself. Shielding the truth. Shielding Ethan from the responsibility I didn’t believe he wanted.

“You think Derick won’t forgive you if he finds out?” my wolf pushed, gentler this time. “He would. I feel it. He would forgive. Stop resisting, Raven. Stop punishing yourself.”

I let out a shaky breath, exhaustion flooding me. “You think so?”

“I know so. He wants you. He wants them. Accept him. Let yourself live again.”

Her certainty made me swallow hard. My throat was dry, my heart pounding. I couldn’t argue anymore, not with her, not with myself. Maybe she was right. Maybe I had been clinging to pain for too long.

“Alright,” I whispered into the silence of the room. “I hear you. I’ll do it. I’ll stop running. I’ll accept him.”

The words felt like surrender and relief all at once.

I tried to push myself off the bed, to get up and prove to myself I could face him, but a sudden wave of dizziness knocked me back. My vision blurred, my knees buckled before I could stand, and I fell back onto the bed, clutching my stomach as a sharp pain twisted through me.

“No…” I gasped. “It’s just four months. It’s too soon. I can’t…”

Panic surged. My body trembled as I curled into myself, arms wrapped protectively over my belly. Fear clawed at me what if something was wrong?

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Just then, the door burst open.

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“Raven!” Derick’s voice was urgent, full of panic. His tall frame filled the doorway, and in two strides he was at my side. I exhaled a shaky “thank goodness,” barely audible, as his arms reached to steady me, to help me lie back against the pillows.

His hands were warm, firm, grounding me as he checked my forehead with the back of his palm. His eyes darkened immediately. “You’re burning up.”

“It’s nothing,” I whispered, forcing a weak smile. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine,” he snapped, though his voice softened almost instantly. “When did this start?”

“Not long ago,” I admitted, my chest rising and falling unevenly.

He frowned deeply, jaw tightening. “You should have called me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” I murmured, eyes half–closed.

“Well, you failed,” he said, and before I could stop him, he was already pulling out his phone. “I’m calling the doctor.”

“No-” I tried to sit up, but his hand pressed against my shoulder, firm yet gentle.

“It’s not up for debate,” he said, and his tone left no room for argument. He stepped aside, pacing as he spoke quickly into the phone. Within minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Derick called.

The door opened, and an elderly man stepped in, carrying a worn leather medical bag. His hair was silver, his posture slightly bent with age, but his eyes were sharp and kind. He bowed respectfully toward Derick before approaching me.

“My Luna,” he greeted softly, though I still wasn’t used to being called that.

He set the bag on the nightstand, pulling out a thermometer and stethoscope. The air smelled faintly of herbs and antiseptic as he worked. He checked my temperature, then placed the device over my belly, listening carefully. My heart raced until I heard the faint rhythm of two tiny heartbeats.

“They’re strong,” the doctor said, smiling faintly. Relief washed over me in a flood so overwhelming that my eyes filled with tears.

After a series of gentle examinations, he turned toward Derick. “She’s fine. What she’s experiencing is not unusual–just some minor complications that occur during pregnancy. Rest and nourishment will help.”

Derick let out a long breath, shoulders relaxing for the first time since he walked in. “Thank you.”

The doctor nodded, packed his bag, and quietly excused himself.

The room felt heavier once he was gone, filled with only the sound of my uneven breaths. Derick sat on the edge of the bed, his large hands reaching for my legs as he began to massage them gently. The warmth of his

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touch seeped into me, casing muscles I hadn’t realized were tense.

“Why are you so good to me?” I whispered, staring at him.

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“Because I want to be,” he replied simply, eyes meeting mine with a softness that made my chest ache.

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