Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 44

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I watched her closely as her trembling fingers reached for the hem of her dress. She hesitated for a second, her eyes flickering to mine with a mix of fear and confusion. I didn’t soften. Couldn’t. Not with the storm raging inside me. She slowly pulled it over her head, letting the fabric fall to the floor, revealing the soft curves I’d once touched with longing, now with suspicion clouding every memory.

“Pull the rest off. Don’t keep me waiting,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to. Her eyes widened, fear swimming in thern. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her feel the same confusion she made me feel when I found her wrapped under a damn duvet with Matthew.

She hurriedly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her panties. I didn’t touch her. Not yet. Not until I could decide whether I wanted to hold her or throw something at the wall to keep from losing control.

“Kneel,” I growled. “Right there. Wait for me. And if you try anything stupid-“I leaned close, my voice deadly low, “-you won’t live to see the next day.”

Her eyes widened further, her mouth parting slightly as if she wanted to say something–but didn’t. Smart girl.

I turned and stormed out of the room before I did something I’d regret. My fists clenched as I stalked down the hallway, fury pulsing in my veins with every step. I needed a moment. Just a damn moment to clear my head. A cuff. A wipe. Something to ground me before I returned to that room.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As I rounded the corner, I nearly collided with someone.

“Alpha-” came a voice I knew too well.

Matthew.

Of course, it was him.

The sight of my Beta–my closest friend, my most trusted man—only poured fuel on the fire in my chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snarled, stepping into his space.

He raised his hands in a rare show of submission, though his face remained calm. “I came to talk to you.”

“Now’s not the damn time.”

“It has to be now,” he insisted.

“I said not now, Matthew!” I snapped, shoving him back.

He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “I didn’t touch her.”

I froze.

“I didn’t do anything with Raven,” he continued, his voice firm but calm. “She was in pain. Her head–she was crying. I gave her some balm, some pressure points. That’s it. She fell asleep. I slept on the floor at first.”

I didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear a single word of justification. The image of the two of them together, under the same blanket, her nestled against him like she belonged there—it wouldn’t leave my mind.

“You expect me to believe that?” I hissed.

Matthew met my eyes. “Yes. Because it’s the truth. You’ve known me your whole life, Ethan. Have I ever betrayed you?”

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My jaw clenched.

“I don’t want her,” he continued. “But you do. And if you ruin that because your anger is louder than your sense–then you’ll lose her. For real this time.”

“I should have you thrown out for touching what’s mine,” I spat.

“She’s not a possession, Ethan,” he said quietly. “You’re acting like she is, and it’s scaring her.”

I don’t want to hear this from you now I told him as I walked passed him getting to the room I opened it and went over to my drawer pulled out a handcuff and a wipe and made my way to the room Reven was getting there I opened the door she was still in that position the moment she saw the wipes and cuff in my hands she flinched, but I didn’t give a fuck I had gone too far, and I wasn’t backing outcome here, I told her as I laid the cuff and wipe on the bed she obeyed crawling to me now pleasure me with your mouth I told her which she obeyed slipping down my belt she went for my semi hardened dick stroking it a little she shoved it into her mouth I moaned out in pleasure as her cold lips touched my dick her pace was slow at first before she increased it held her by the hair pulling her closer as I roughly mouth fucked her

not minding if she was chocking as the memories of her with Mathew on the bed flashed before me which got me more mad and I thrust into her more roughly hitting her throat I pulled out of her when I felt she couldn’t keep up with me anymore go lie on the bed and spread your legs for me, I told her as I went for the cuffs I took out one and held her hand to the bed charming it in place and also her second hands and I did likewise to her legs don’t even try to cry I told her as I saw a drop of tears slipping down her check.

I turned to the other side stripping off my clothes now be a good girl and summit yourself to me, I told her as I took her left nipple into my mouth sucking it as I played with the other look at me, I told her as she tried looking away when I was done with her nipples I traced a line down her pussy now be ready for what is coming to you, I told her as I stroked my dick once more and without warning I thrusted into her, her pussy hole was fucking tight was she a virgin I thought to myself no she can’t as the memories of her with Mathew on the bed, and they looked exusted as if they had gone a multiple rounds.

and that fueled my anger and I thrust into her with one go when I was fully inside of her I began thrusting in and out of her ahhh she gaspped in pains, but I didn’t care. Look at me and don’t try to break eye contact with me, I told her, which she obeyed as I fucked her real hard. I pulled out of her when I saw she couldn’t keep up with my speed anymore, and I went for her cuffs and uncuffed it now dress up. And get out I told her as I went for the shower I signed in realif as the cold water ceased down my skin.

as my thoughts went to Reven and for some reason I felt guilty I sighed in frustration as I grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom the room was empty she had left I murted to myself as I went over to the closet in the room to get some clothes before leaving, but something caught my eyes on the bed it was a reddish spot, so I decided to go check it out and when I got closer my breath caught in my throat it was a blood stain, and it wasn’t here before I fucked her and this meant only one thing she was a virgin

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Raven’s POV

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I walked through the hallway as my legs hurt from the impact of what he just did to me, and when I got to the room, I fell onto the bed as tears slipped freely from my cheeks. My whole body trembled, not from cold—but from pain, from betrayal, from the unbearable weight of what had just happened.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t know we were mates.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

I curled into myself, hugging my knees to my chest, the ache between my legs a burning reminder of the cruelty of fate. Of Olivia. Of him. Of me.

My sobs escaped in broken waves, choking my breath as I bit into the pillow to silence myself. My skin felt bruised, my soul shredded. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Mating was supposed to be sacred. My first time was supposed to be filled with sparks, love, warmth–not pain, not blood, not

confusion. Not this.

I stayed like that for what felt like hours, shivering in silence until the sting between my thighs made it impossible to stay still. I dragged myself from the bed, every step laced with agony, and stumbled into the bathroom.

The light above flickered slightly as I reached for the sink, gripping its cold porcelain like a lifeline. I dared not look in the mirror–not yet. I couldn’t face the girl staring back at me, not until I was ready to face the truth.

I pulled up the hem of my dress, and what I saw made bile rise in my throat.

Blood.

More than before.

It stained my thighs, soaked the edge of my underwear. It was fresh. It was real. There was no waking up from this nightmare.

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I gasped as a sharp pain shot through me again, forcing me to sit on the closed toilet seat as I tried to catch my breath. I reached between my legs with trembling fingers, confirming what I already knew. It was torn. Raw. Violated.

A sound left my mouth–somewhere between a whimper and a growl. My wolf stirred inside of me, howling in agony and betrayal. Not because our mate had touched us, but because he hadn’t known. Because it had been wrong. Brutal. Cold.

And she had made it happen.

Olivia.

This was her fault.

All of it.

If she hadn’t stolen him from me at the coming–of–age ceremony, none of this would have happened. She knew. She knew we were mates the moment I turned eighteen. But she still kept him close, still poisoned his mind, still manipulated him to see me as nothing more than a maid, a servant, a thing to

be used.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I hissed through gritted teeth.

“I hate her,” I whispered, the words tasting bitter but right. “I hate her with everything in me.”

Tears streamed down again, hotter this time, mixing grief with fury. A low growl built in my throat, my wolf echoing the rage boiling in my veins. I could feel the shift teasing the edge of my control, but I forced it back down. Not now. Not yet.

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This wasn’t the time for shifting. This was the time for remembering.

For planning.

I slowly cleaned myself up, ignoring the sharp sting every time I moved. Each movement reminded me of what he did, how rough he was, how emotionless. Like I was just a body–just something to take.

But even in his ignorance, he had marked me in a way I could never undo.

He had taken something I could never get back.

And he was my mate.

My sobs came back in a rush as I leaned forward and screamed silently into my arm, muffling the sound like I always had when no one cared enough to listen. This time it was different. This time, I wasn’t alone in my pain. My wolf shared it. She screamed with me, not out of helplessness–but for vengeance.

When I finally looked into the mirror, I didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. Her eyes were swollen, red. Her lips quivered. Her expression was shattered.

But beneath all that–there was something else.

Determination.

Rage.

The quiet promise of war.

“I swear,” I whispered to the girl in the mirror. “She’ll pay for this. For everything. I’ll make her regret ever crossing me.”

I stepped back into the room on unsteady feet. The bed still bore the imprint of my body, of the pain and shame I left behind. I pulled on a clean nightdress and sat by the window, letting the moonlight wash over my skin like a balm. It didn’t heal the wound inside–but it reminded me of who I was.

A Luna, stolen.

A mate, forgotten.

A warrior, forged in silence.

I would not remain broken.

Not for long.

The bathwater was warm. Too warm. It stung as it touched my skin, seeping into every scratch, every bruise, every part of me that screamed from what

he had done.

I sank into it anyway.

My body ached as I lowered myself in, blood–tinged water swirling around my thighs. I tried not to look at it. I tried to ignore how it clouded the water like

poison. I tried not to remember.

But I couldn’t stop it.

The memories came back like a storm–violent, unstoppable.

His weight pressing down on me.

His grip, punishing and cold.

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His voice, void of warmth, of recognition.

And my cries–ignored, silenced, dismissed.

I remember the moment I whispered, “Please…”

And he didn’t stop.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t know I was his mate.

But it didn’t change what he did.

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My hands trembled under the water as I scrubbed at my skin harder, trying to erase the way he touched me, the bruises he left behind, the pain he carved into me with each thrust. It was like I could still feel him–inside me, around me, all over me.

I let out a cry, a strangled, raw sound that echoed against the tiles.

“I didn’t deserve this,” I whispered through gritted teeth, pressing my forehead to my knees. “Not like this…”

The water turned a deeper shade of red as I curled up in the tub. Blood still leaked out from inside of me–stubborn, refusing to let go. A cruel reminder of my stolen first time. My stolen choice. My stolen bond.

I stayed in the water until it turned cold, until my skin was wrinkled and pale, until I couldn’t tell if I was numb from the water or from the pain inside me.

But nothing washed it away.

Not the bath.

Not the scrubbing.