Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Alpha Ethan’s POV

I walked out of the door leading outside the pack house and headed straight for one of my cars. I wasn’t even thinking about where I was going, only that Thad to get out. Away from the suffocating silence of my office. Away from the damn memory of Raven curled up beside Matthew like she belonged to him. Away from the look in her eyes when she saw me standing at the door.

Just as I was about to open the car door, my driver caught up with me.

“Alpha, should I drive you?” he asked, calm and professional as always.

“Just get the hell out of here,” I snapped.

The look on his face was unreadable, but he stepped back without another word. I got into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and sped off without bothering to look back.

I didn’t even realize I was heading to the club until I took the last turn and the neon lights lit up the otherwise dark road. I needed noise, music, alcohol- anything that could dull the growing storm inside me. I hadn’t slept since today Not really. My wolf was restless, clawing at the inside of my chest, demanding we go back to her. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

The bouncer at the club’s private entrance nodded and opened the door when he saw me. The interior was dark and pulsing with rhythm. Red and black lighting painted shadows on everyone’s faces. I didn’t need to see clearly to know the kind of place I had just walked into–exclusive, underground, and dangerously liberating.

Just what I needed.

As I walked in, one of the staff handed me a black mask. Custom. Elegant. Just enough anonymity to blur identities but still leave enough to the imagination. I took it without a word and slid it on.

The air inside was thick with pheromones and perfume. Submissives in beautiful clothing–or sometimes barely any–moved through the crowd like a sea of temptation. A place where power games were played not with politics, but with dominance and surrender.

I made my way over to the bar, ignoring the looks I got. The bartender didn’t ask what I wanted; he simply poured me my usual and slid the glass toward

1. me.

The burn of the whiskey was the first thing I actually felt today. I let it sit on my tongue for a second before swallowing it down, sighing as the warmth spread through my chest.

Music thumped through the floors, vibrating against my boots. I leaned my back against the bar and stared blankly into the crowd. There were people dancing, kissing, disappearing into dark corners. I didn’t want any of it. Not really.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Raven.

Her soft skin. That tiny gasp she made when I touched her neck. The way she flinched whenever Olivia was near. The confusion in her eyes every time ! tried to be kind.

I downed the rest of my drink and tapped the bar for another. I didn’t even taste this one.

Someone stepped into my peripheral vision. A woman. A submissive.

She was tall and graceful, with caramel skin and long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her mask was red, laced with gold at the edges. She gave me a coy smile and walked over, placing a hand on my arm.

“Alpha,” she purred. “Would you like some company tonight?”

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I turned to her slowly. Her voice was soft, submissive, practiced.

“No,” I said flatly, and took another sip from my glass.

Her face flickered with surprise. Then hurt. Then understanding. She dipped her head, murmured an apology, and disappeared into the crowd..

1 sighed. Even the idea of touching someone else right now made my skin crawl.

Why the hell was I still thinking about Raven?

Why couldn’t I just forget?

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I ordered another drink, fully intending to drown every thought of her in liquor. But the moment I looked up again, another submissive was walking toward me. She was blonde, with a small, curved figure, and her blue eyes glittered behind a silver mask. There was something bold in the way she approached confident, yet respectful.

*May 1?” she asked, gesturing to the seat beside me.

I didn’t answer right away. My fingers tightened around the glass.

She sat anyway, but not too close.

*I heard you rejected someone already,” she said, her voice light and flirtatious. “I’m not here to waste your time, Alpha. But if you’re looking for someone who’ll obey every command and not ask any questions–”

I looked at her then. Really looked. She wasn’t Raven. Not even close. But maybe that was the point.

I wasn’t going to take her to bed out of desire. I just needed to shut everything off.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”

She smiled–pleased, but careful not to gloat–and stood. I followed her through the side hall where the private rooms were located. I knew this club well. I had used it during darker times, times when being Alpha felt like a prison and power meant nothing unless you could taste it.

The room was dimly lit, clean, and minimalist. A large bed with black satin sheets sat in the middle. There were cuffs attached to the headboard. A table

with various implements to the side. I hadn’t requested any of them, but the staff here always assumed.

The sub walked in first, waiting just inside the door as I closed it behind me.

“You may speak freely,” I said, my voice hard.

She turned to face me. “What are your rules tonight, Alpha?”

No rules. Just silence. No talking. No kissing. No reminders of the way Raven tasted.

But I didn’t say any of that.

Instead, I stared at her for a moment, trying to picture her as someone else. Someone who didn’t haunt me. Someone I could use and forget.

“Strip,” I ordered.

She obeyed immediately, not missing a beat. Her dress slid off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She was beautiful. Her body flawless. She lowered herself to her knees, eyes down, waiting.

But I still wasn’t there.

I wasn’t in this room.

My mind was back to Raven, unconscious in bed. Her pulse barely noticeable. Her scent weak but still sweet. Then yesterday morning, seeing her walking

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the hall, not sparing me a glance. Hours later, I was searching for her, furious and panicked, only to find her wrapped up in another man’s arms.

My wolf growled inside me.

He didn’t want this woman. He wanted the maid, which usually confuses me.

I reached for the collar on the table and walked toward the sub.

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