Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Raven’s POV

Two Weeks Later

I woke up to the sound of my ward door creaking open. My eyes blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the window. I felt heavy– emotionally, physically, spiritually. It had been two weeks since that awful night. Two weeks of silence, of painkillers, of hushed whispers outside my room, and meals I barely touched.

A familiar scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils as the nurse stepped in with a clipboard pressed to her chest.

“Miss…” she said gently, trying not to startle me. “The Alpha has requested you be discharged and return to your duties. It’s already been two weeks.”

I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak. My body moved on instinct as I climbed out of bed. My legs felt like jelly, but I managed to steady myself. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking I was weak. I wasn’t. Not anymore.

The nurse handed me a clean set of clothes and watched me as I dressed. She didn’t offer any words of comfort–none of them ever did. No one asked what really happened. No one wanted the truth.

By the time I walked out of the clinic, the Alpha’s car was already waiting for me. The driver opened the door, his eyes darting away when our gazes met. Like I carried some kind of disease. Like I had actually poisoned myself to get the Alpha’s attention.

The ride to the pack house was silent. The driver didn’t say a word, didn’t glance my way, just kept his eyes on the road like I was a ghost in the back seat. I rested my head against the window, watching trees blur past, trying not to scream.

When we arrived, I stepped out and made my way inside. The place hadn’t changed–still polished floors, clean windows, and the faint scent of sandalwood in the air. The familiar scent of him.

I went straight to my room, taken a long shower, and lay down for an afternoon rest. For the first time in weeks, I was back in my own bed. But the sheets felt foreign. The ceiling above me, the walls–all of it felt like it belonged to someone else.

I must have drifted off because when I opened my eyes again, it was late afternoon. My stomach grumbled. I hadn’t eaten much all day, and like it or not, dinner had to be made.

I got up, tied my hair back, and headed to the kitchen.

The moment I stepped in, I felt it.

Silence.

Not the usual busy chatter, not the clatter of pots and pans or the soft hum of a radio in the corner. Just silence.

And eyes. All of them on me.

I paused for a moment, forcing my face into neutrality, pretending I didn’t notice. But I did. Their stares sliced into me like cold steel.

I made my way to the counter, started gathering vegetables, but the weight of their judgment was unbearable.

“What?” I asked finally, turning around. My voice was calm, but my heart thudded like a war drum in my chest.

One of the younger maids, Ella, scoffed and crossed her arms. “You really going to pretend nothing happened?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Another one, Maria, chimed in. “We know what you did. Poisoning yourself just to get the Alpha’s attention? That’s low–even for you.”

“What?” My voice cracked with disbelief.

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Chapter 51

Oh, don’t act like you don’t know,” Ella said, stepping closer. “You’ve been sleeping in the clinic for two weeks. Everyone knows you drank something Did you think throwing a pity party would make the Alpha fall in love with you?”

My eyes widened in shock and rage.

“I didn’t poison myself,” I hissed, taking a step forward. “You don’t know anything.”

Ella sneered. “Sure, and next you’ll say the Alpha blackmailed you into sleeping with him, right? Oh. wait…” she smirked, “you probably wanted that

too.”

Before I could stop myself, my hand flew through the air and slapped her across the face. The sound echoed in the kitchen like a whip crack.

She stumbled back, holding her cheek in shock.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through!” I shouted, my voice trembling now. “You think this is some twisted game to me? That I wanted any of this?”

Maria stepped forward. “Don’t touch her!”

She lunged at me, but before she could make contact, a loud voice cut through the air.

“Enough!”

The head maid, stormed in, her eyes fierce and commanding.

“What is going on here?” she demanded, looking between us.

“She slapped me!” Ella cried, still holding her cheek. “She-”

“I heard everything,” the head maid cut her off sharply. “All of you, out. Now!”

The other maids mumbled as they scurried out, not daring to argue.

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