Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Raven’s POV

Isat on the cold floor of the cell, tears streaming down my cheeks as the silence wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. My arms were tightly wrapped around my knees, my mind a storm of regret and confusion. Everything I touched seemed to fall apart. First, I thought coming to this pack would give me peace–a new beginning. A place where I could finally rest my head and feel like I belonged. I hadn’t asked Alpha Ethan for much. I never even asked him to accept the bond we shared. All I wanted was a corner of this pack to call my own.

But fate had other plans.

Trouble clung to me like a shadow, always lurking, always waiting. And now… now Luna Olivia was unconscious, bleeding because of me. Even if it wasn’t on purpose. Even if it was an accident.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, hard and steady. A familiar rhythm I had come to fear.

I wiped my tears quickly with the back of my hand and sat up straighter, trying to compose myself. I could already feel the shift in the air–the suffocating energy that came with Alpha Ethan’s presence. Seconds later, the iron door creaked open.

And there he was.

His tall frame filled the doorway, his eyes burning with unrestrained fury. He didn’t speak at first. He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and locked it, the metallic click echoing loudly in the small cell.

I swallowed hard.

“Alpha,” I managed to whisper, my voice unsteady.

He took a step toward me, then another, until he was standing directly in front of me. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking, and his fists were curled by his sides.

“What the hell really happened, Raven?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t feed me that weak lie about a heated argument. Do I look like a fool to you?”

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break through my chest. “That was the truth,” I said, voice shaking. “We were in a heated argument. I didn’t mean for her to fall. I just… I shoved past her, and she lost her balance.”

His hand suddenly slammed against the wall beside me, making me flinch. “Bullshit!” he growled. “You think that’s enough of an explanation? What the hell were you arguing about in the first place? What makes a maid and a Luna go head–to–head like that? What the hell gives you the audacity?!”

I looked up at him, eyes stinging with tears. “I can’t tell you,” I whispered. “If you want to know that badly, go ask your brat of a mate.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

His expression twisted, a mixture of disbelief and fury. “What did you just say?”

“I said go ask your brat of a mate,” I repeated, voice trembling but steady enough to make my point.

His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. “You dare insult her? After what you did?” he hissed, his grip tightening painfully.

“I didn’t mean to push her! I didn’t!” I cried, but it was too late.

“You talk too damn much,” he snarled.

And then it happened–again.

His lips crashed onto mine, not with love or passion, but with rage and possession. I fought him, hitting at his chest, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. His hands roamed with familiarity, ownership. I hated how my body reacted–how it remembered the bond even when my heart screamed in

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protest.

He pushed me against the cold wall, tearing at the thin fabric of my clothes. “You think you can inouth off to me?” he growled into my ear. “Think again.”

“Don’t do this,” I sobbed. “Please…”

But his anger was blinding him. This wasn’t about lust–it was about control. About punishment.

Every touch was rough, every thrust full of accusation. I closed my eyes, trying hard to fight the pains that came with it trying to disappear inside myself, pretending I wasn’t here wasn’t feeling this. That I wasn’t falling deeper into this pit of pain.

When it was over, he pulled away out of me, breathing heavily, not meeting my gaze.

I slid down to the floor, pulling my ripped clothes tightly around my bruised body. My tears fell silently now. My heart felt hollow.

He stood above me, fists still clenched. For a moment, he looked like he might say something. But then he turned, unlocked the cell door, and paused.

“She better wake up,” he said coldly. “If she doesn’t… I swear to the moon goddess, you’ll wish you were never born.”

And then he was gone.

The cell door slammed shut, and I was left in silence again–this time broken beyond repair.

I don’t know how long I sat there, shivering, rocking back and forth as the pain set in. I didn’t know what hurt more–my body or my heart. Maybe both were too deeply damaged to tell the difference anymore.

Why did he hate me so much?

I don’t even want the bond any more he was nothing like I imagined he was a monster and don’t deserve to have me as a mate

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