Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 5

Alpha Ethan's POV

“A rough attack,” I muttered to myself as I took in the chaos unfolding before me. The scent of blood tainted the air, mixing with the heavy aroma of damp earth and burning wood. The night had been eerily calm before the first howl shattered the silence, signaling the beginning of an invasion.

Without hesitation, I mind-linked my Beta, James. We’re under attack. Assemble all warriors immediately. We need everyone on the front lines—no exceptions.

James responded instantly, his voice sharp and alert. Understood, Alpha. How many are we dealing with?

I surveyed the battleground, my keen eyes picking up the swift-moving shadows in the tree line. More than a dozen, perhaps more, but something tells me this is just the beginning.  I sense more waiting beyond the trees. Move fast, James.

On it, he confirmed before cutting the link.

My claws elongated instinctively as I stepped forward, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, eager to be unleashed. I turned toward my Gamma, Caleb, who was already shifting, his powerful black wolf standing ready beside me.

“Hold the eastern flank,” I ordered, my voice laced with authority. “We cannot let them break through. If they do, the pack house will be vulnerable.”

Caleb growled in agreement before taking off, his massive form disappearing into the darkness.

A piercing snarl rang through the night as the first wave of rogues lunged forward, their eyes gleaming with savage hunger. I met them head-on, shifting mid-leap into my wolf form. My bones cracked and rearranged, fur bursting from my skin as I landed on all fours, fangs bared. The first rogue made the mistake of rushing me blindly—I clamped my jaws around its throat, snapping its windpipe with ease before tossing the lifeless body aside.

More followed, their movements frenzied and erratic. These weren’t ordinary rogues; they fought with an unsettling coordination, their attacks calculated. I barely had a moment to register this before three of them pounced at once. Twisting my body, I used their momentum against them, knocking two unbalanced while sinking my teeth into the third’s hind leg. A pained yelp filled the air as I dragged the rogue down, tearing into its flesh until it stopped moving.

Through the haze of battle, James’ voice rang in my mind again. Warriors are assembled and moving into position. We have around seventy on the field now, but I sent a distress call to the allied packs. If this is an organized assault, we’ll need reinforcements.

Good. We hold our ground until they arrive, I replied, dodging a rogue’s snapping jaws. I retaliated with a brutal swipe of my claws, shredding across its face.

Shouts and snarls filled the air as our warriors clashed with the rogues. The night pulsed with the violent symphony of battle—bodies colliding, bones crunching, pained cries echoing into the darkness. My pack fought fiercely, but the rogues kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless.

Then, from the shadows beyond the tree line, a figure emerged—a tall, imposing man, his scent foreign yet oddly familiar. Unlike the rogues, he didn’t charge into battle. Instead, he stood still, his piercing gaze locked onto me.

A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I took a step forward, readying myself. Whoever he was, he wasn’t just another rogue.

This attack wasn’t random. It was planned.

And the real fight was just beginning.

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