Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Alpha Ethan’s pow

Istood there watching!

hing her na

run away. What the fuck was wrong with me!

Why couldn’t I get her off my mind? Why was her pale face haunting me every damn time telosed my eyes Why did seeing her weak and curled up in Matthew’s arms spark this burning rage inside me an anger I had no right to feeling! She’s just a fucking maid. A servant, One who was beneath a I should be hating. Once I should be punishing for all the chaos she brought into my perfectly organized world.

Yet here I was. Losing sleep.

was past midnight, and my bed–bell, the entire room–felt cold. Not physically, but emotionally Cold, like something was mosing, like something had shifted and I couldn’t explain what. I tossed and turned for hours, listening to Olivia’s soft breathing beside me. She’d been asleep for a while now, unaware that the man beside her was spiraling. Unaware that her mate–her Alpha–was thinking of another woman.

No, not a woman. A slave.

Raven,

Esat up and rubbed my palms against my face, trying to scrub her out of my head. It didn’t work. I was still remembering the way she looked earlier she passed me the tray, pretending not to see me. But I saw her. I noticed how she avoided my eyes, like I wasn’t worth her

Matthew

She even smiled at

That smile. That goddamn soft smile that should’ve been mine.

I growled lowly, fry wolf pacing in the back of my mind like he too was restless, confused, Betrayed.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, splashing water on my face. Still, nothing. The burning inside me was worse. I needed to get out. Needed to breathe.

Instead of heading outside, I found myself walking toward my study, I tried to bury myself in work, answering emails, reviewing reports, and trying to finish the proposal for the upcoming shareholder meeting. For a while, I convinced myself it was working. I even poured myself a glass of scotch to help

dull the ache.

But around 3.a.m., I stared at the screen and realized I hadn’t typed a single word in the last thirty minutes. My jaw clenched as I leaned back into the

leather chair, frustrated

How the fuck was I supposed to work all night while the cause of my torment was sleeping soundly in the servant quarters?

I pushed up from the chair, my steps heavy as I stormed out of the study and into the dark hallway. The whole pack house was asleep. The only sound was the ticking of the old grandfather clock near the stairs and the faint rustling of leaves outside. Everything was cloaked in shadows and silence.

The air was still. Almost too quiet. Like, even the moon was holding its breath, watching what I was about to do.

I didn’t stop walking. My feet moved on their own, guided by something primal.

I reached the servant quarters and moved quietly through the corridor. It smelled faintly of detergent, bread, and something warm–something that reminded me of her. I paused outside her room, staring at the door for what felt like an eternity

What the hell was I even doing here?

I should turn around.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I pushed the door open slightly and walked in.

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Chapter 91

The room was dark, but a little moonlight spilled through the small window, enough for me to see her. She was curled up beneath a then blanket, che arm flung across the bed, her hale messy, check pressed into the pillow. Her face looked peaceful. For once, she wasn’t frowning or walking on eggshells.

She was beautiful

Fuck i hated that thought.

i clenched my fists at my sides, willing the feeling away, I wanted to wake her. I wanted to grab her and scream at her for taking over my head this. I wanted to shake her and remind her who the fuck I was–Alpha Ethan, not some weak male who lost control over a maid.

I took a step closer. My breathing slowed.

Then I froze when I heard her murmur,

At first, it was too low to catch. Just a whisper, like a breath. Her head turned slightly on the pillow, her brows scrunching as she mumbled agam.

“Father…please don’t… you can’t do this to me… he’s mine…not hers…

My body went still

What!

I took another step, crouching by the bed. Her face was damp with sweat, her body trembling as though she were trapped in a nightmare. My chest. Lightened as I listened. Her voice was shaking. She sounded scared, Heartbroken.

“Don’t…don’t give him to her…she whimpered.

Something stabbed deep into my chest. A pain couldn’t explain.

Ireathed out without thinking and touched her shoulder.

She flinched in her sleep, like my touch burned.

Fuck

1 hesitated–but then, before I know it, I was pulling her into my arms. She didn’t wake up. She just melted into me like she belonged there, still murmuring about her father and someone taking what was hers

I held her tighter.

I shouldn’t have. I had no fucking night. But there I was, sitting on the edge of her bed, holding the same maid I was supposed to despise

I hated this Hated her for doing this to me Hated how I felt protective instead of disgusted.

What had she meant by he’s mine!

Who was she talking about?

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