Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Alpha Ethan’s Pov

The rustle of paper couldn’t drown out the weight of her sence

I didn’t have to look up to know she was still standing there her presence was like a pulse against my skin, defiant and heavy. My fingers tapped against the oak desk, inpatient. She was waiting……. or maybe testing me. Either way, I was done pretending I couldn’t feel her.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, letting my gaze flick up to her. She hadn’t moved since the moment i dismissed her, her arms folded over her chest lips tight with restraint. That ever–present line in her eyes–goddess, it infuriated me more than I cared to admit.

“Raven,” I said, not unkindly. “Tell me more about yoursell”

She didn’t flinch, but the stiffness in her spine deepened. That was answer enough

“It’s been weeks since you started living here, and I don’t know a damn thing about you. Where you’re from. What you want. What you fear.” I gestured toward the armchair across from my desk. “Sit. Speak.”

“There’s nothing interesting about me,” she muttered, her tone as cold as the mountain wind.

“That’s not what Lasked,” I snapped, my control slipping.

Her eyes met mine then, steel clashing with steel. “You want to know the truth?” she said, stepping forward, voice rising “Fine you dragged me into this pack because I saved your ide.”

The air stilled.

She wasn’t wrong. That night… the ambush… I wouldn’t be standing here if not for her intervention. But I had never said the words.

I turned my chair fully to face her. “Yes. You saved me,” I said quietly. “And that’s why I brought you here to repay that debt.”

“Repay?” she scoffed. “You call this repayment? You brought me here to suffer. To clean up after your precious mate. To serve that brat like I owe her my

soul.”

My jaw clenched. The way she spat the word “mate” felt like a slap. Olivia. Perfect, poised Olivia. She didn’t deserve Raven’s hatred… did she?

“How dare you speak of my mate like that?” I asked, my voice rising despite myself.

I stood and closed the distance between us in two strides. She didn’t move back. She never did. That was the problem.

“You forget your place,” I growled, lowering my voice. “You are nothing here. Just a tool. A body lean use and discard. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you’re anything more.”

Her face hardened. There it was again–that flash of pain behind her anger. But I didn’t stop I couldn’t. Not when my blood was roaring in my ears.

“Now strip,” I commanded

She from. “What?”

“You heard me,” I said coldly. “As the slave you are, you need to be reminded of the punishment that comes with speaking of my mate.”

She hesitated–pride and rage wrestling in her expression–but she obeyed. Reluctantly Slowly. Each movement of her hands was fueled by defiance, not submission. But she did it.

And I hated how much liked watching her.

The moment she stood exposed, I let my eyes drag down her body. Not with cruelty–but reverence. She was… intoxicating. There was a wildness in her,

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ger I couldn’t tame. And it pulled at something primal in

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I stepped forward and cupped her face gently, unexpectedly “Do you even know what y Clivia…not even she could make me feel thke this ”

That bruth cut deep.

Olivia, my mate Chosen by the Moon Goddess. And yet here I was, worshiping the girl who hated

Ituned her, guiding her toward the desk, my palm firm on the small of her back, “Sit and spread your legs for me,” ordered, my voice dark with and self loathing

She didn’t speak. Didn’t fight.

She just opened them, giving me a clear view of her neatly shaved pussy, and somethingin me twisted. I moved closer until we were inches apart. “You are mine, Raven, I whispered to her, which made her shiver. “Your body and everything belongs to me.” And with that, I claimed he already nipple, sucking on it as if my de depended on it. As I played with the other, a low moan escaped her lips as i sucked hungrily on her nipples. Alber Het go of her nipples, tracing my hands down to her thighs, stroking the lips of her pussy, which made her moan out loud. “I love the w wet for me,” I muttered under my breath.

And when I touched her–when I pleasured her–it was like fire mot fire. She gasped, but didn’t plead. Didn’t submit. Her body was mina in that but her spirit? Untouched. Unyielding.

Thated how much that thrilled me.

Eventually, I pulled her down to her knees. “Now,” I said.

“Pleasure me with your mouth. I want you to make me feel good and forget all you said about my mate,” I told her, gesturing to my already hardened

dick.

She looked up at me, eyes burning. And still–she obeyed. She took me into her mouth like she owned me, like she was the Alpha here. The pleasure surged through me was devastating. My knees nearly buckled. No one–not even Olivia–had ever made me feel this… undone.

What the hell kind of hold did this girl have on me?

And continued pleasuring me like a pro.

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