Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 3

Raven’s POV

  I clutched my chest as if that would ease the unbearable pain crushing me from the inside. My breath came in short gasps, and my vision blurred with the flood of tears spilling down my cheeks. My mate. The one the Moon Goddess has destined for me, was leaving, and he was leaving with my sister.

  How could he not feel the bond? How could he not sense me the way I sensed him? My wolf whimpered in my mind, still silent and withdrawn, as if the betrayal had shattered her spirit just as much as it had mine. She hadn't spoken to me since the moment I saw him standing next to Olivia, his hand resting protectively on her lower back. That touch was mine. He was mine. 

  I dragged myself up from the floor, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of my bed. The window was still open, and the cold night air did nothing to soothe the fire of rage and heartbreak burning inside me. I forced myself to watch, even though it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest with every passing second.

  Olivia turned, her face glowing with excitement as she wrapped her arms around him. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, making her laugh. My stomach twisted violently. That laugh was supposed to be mine. Those whispered words—meant only for me. My nails dug into my palms, the pain grounding me even as my world crumbled.

  I wanted to scream, to run outside and tell him. Tell him the truth. That Olivia was nothing more than a thief, a liar, a traitor. That I was his fated mate, not her. That he was mine.

  But I couldn’t.

  My father made sure of that.

  His warning echoed in my mind like a sinister whisper: “Stay quiet, Raven. You don't deserve him. Olivia is the perfect Luna, not you.”

  I had wanted to fight back, to tell him that he was mistaken. That the bond wasn’t something he could change with a few cruel words and manipulation. But the look in his eyes told me he wouldn’t listen. He had already made his decision, already chosen Olivia over me. His real daughter. His real heir.

  I clenched my jaw, my whole body trembling as the car pulled away from the pack house, the sound of the tires against the gravel fading into the night. A piece of me left with them. A piece I would never get back.

  A sob escaped my lips, raw and broken. My wolf whimpered again, but still refused to surface. I needed her. I needed her strength. But she was just as lost as I was.

  I felt sick.

  Betrayal wrapped around me like chains, suffocating, and heavy. My own father had handed over my mate to her. My own blood. The sister who had never once treated me like family, who had taken everything from me since the moment we were born. And now, she had taken the one thing that was truly mine.

  I stumbled away from the window, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto my bed. My hands fisted the blankets, my nails digging into the fabric as I let out a silent scream. Why?

  Why didn’t he feel it? Why didn’t he look at me the way I looked at him? The way Olivia looked at him—like he was hers?

  Had the Goddess made a mistake?

  No. No, she wouldn’t. The bond wasn’t something that could be faked. He was mine. I was meant to be by his side, not Olivia. But she had taken him. They had taken him.

  And I had let them.

  My body shook violently as the reality of my situation sank in. I had nothing left.

  No mate. No family.

  Just pain.

  Tears soaked my pillow as I curled into myself, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My chest ached with a hollowness I had never felt before. And for the first time in my life, I realized something that sent a shiver down my spine.

  I wasn’t just heartbroken.

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