Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 7

Alpha Ethan’s POV

It’s been two days now since the mystery girl saved us. She was still in a coma, and though I hadn't visited her since, it wasn’t out of neglect—I’d been buried under an avalanche of duties that demanded my attention. I sighed in frustration, slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Olivia, who was still sound asleep. Her soft breathing filled the quiet space, a gentle reminder that peace still existed, even if just for a few hours.

I rubbed a hand down my face, the weight of sleepless nights and countless meetings clinging to me like a second skin. My muscles ached, not from battle, but from the strain of leadership. Getting to my feet, I padded silently across the room, the floor cool beneath my bare feet. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the polished wood.

Once in the bathroom, I flicked on the light, squinting a little as it flooded the space. I walked up to the sink and turned the faucet on, splashing cold water over my face to shake off the remnants of sleep. The chill woke me instantly, grounding me back into reality. I reached for my toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing my teeth with a focused determination that mirrored how I ran my pack—firm and thorough. Rinsing my mouth, I looked up at the mirror.

My reflection stared back, jaw clenched, eyes shadowed with exhaustion, and strands of dark hair falling into my face. I barely recognized myself these days. I looked… heavier, not in body, but in presence. The kind of weight that doesn’t lift with time or training. The mystery girl haunted my thoughts. Who was she? Why did she save us? And why did I feel this strange pull to her, a connection I couldn’t explain?

I shook off the thoughts and stepped into the shower, turning the dial until the water was hot enough to scald the uncertainty from my skin. Steam rose around me, fogging up the glass as the spray hit my back. I let out a slow breath, leaning forward to rest my forehead against the cool tile wall. The water rushed over me, soaking my hair, trailing down the curve of my shoulders and chest, tracing every scar, every memory etched into my skin.

My mind wandered again.

I should have visited her. No matter how busy I was, I owed her that much. She risked her life for mine, for Olivia's, and for the pack. Yet, she lay in that hospital room alone, unconscious, surrounded by machines instead of people who cared. That fact burned in my chest like fire.

I stayed in the shower longer than usual, letting the heat loosen the tightness in my shoulders. When I finally stepped out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and wiped the mirror clean with my palm. I stared at my reflection again—still the same tired eyes, but now with more resolve.

Time to get dressed.

I walked back into the bedroom, still silent as a shadow. Olivia stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent before turning onto her side. I pulled on a pair of black slacks, then chose a dark button-up shirt, rolling the sleeves up to my forearms. I ran a hand through my damp hair and fastened the top few buttons, the fabric hugging my chest and arms snugly.

I went to the wardrobe and retrieved my black leather watch, snapping it onto my wrist. Then I reached for my ring—my family crest engraved into the silver—and slipped it onto my finger, grounding myself in the legacy I carried. Alpha. Leader. Protector.

But more than anything, I felt something unfamiliar growing inside me—curiosity laced with concern for the girl who still hadn’t woken up.

I walked out of my room and made my way downstairs, where other members of the pack stayed. When I got down, the maids were all busy with their work. I walked past them, not responding to their greetings. I needed to see her at the pack clinic before going to the company. But just as I was about to step out, a figure blocked me. I looked up to see Olivia standing before me. I was stunned. She had been sleeping minutes ago. How did she get here?

“Good morning, mate. Leaving without breakfast?” she asked, giving me a warm smile.

I was surprised by her attitude. Throughout my six years of being mated to her, this was actually the first day she had acted all sweet to me.

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