Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Raven’s POV

I woke up to the constant bumming of my alarm clock.

“Five more minutes, I muttered groggily, turning to bury my head into the pillow

I was deam tired of getting up the bed just wished I get the day off, but I knew it was possible couldn’t ask anyone for that cause no one will ever want i grant me a break I sighed in frustration and was about sleep a little But just then, something caught my attention a scent. Not just any sot. His saint.

Masculine Dominant. Intoxicating.

And captivating

My eyes flow open. I sat up so quickly that the blanket slid off me like a whisper. My fingers instinctively reached for the lamp, and I switched on the light.

My breath hitched,

Alpha Ethan. In my bed, In my room. Sleeping,

What the hell?

What was he doing here didn’t he have a room and a mate to sleep with

There he was–Alpha Ethan, the man who had turned my world upside down in every cruel and confusing way possible sleeping peacefully, his muscular arm stretched over the blanket, his broad chest rising and falling gently with each breath. The frown he usually wore was gone. His features. looked softer, boyish almost. And for a moment…just one long moment, I forgot everything the pain, the humiliation, the threats–and simply watched

“So… the strong arms I dreamt sleeping on weren’t a dream,” I whispered quietly to myself, “but reality.”

I touched my cheek lightly. It was warm, I must’ve cried in my sleep again. I always did–every time the nightmares came.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I stood by the bed. My mind drifted back, painfully, to the first time the nightmares had begun.

Six years ago. The night of my coming–of–age ceremony.

That was the night everything changed. That was the night my father locked me up, like a criminal. That was the night I learned he had given Olivia–my half–sister–to Alpha Ethan, the man who was supposed to be mine, the man fate had mated me to.

Not her.

Me

But Olivia, being the perfect daughter in his eyes, got everything. The title. The name. The mate and a father’s love.

And I got a cell. Solitude. Servitude. Secrets.

And ever since then, the nightmares had come without fail Haunting me, tormenting me, choking me awake like invisible ropes.

But last night… I remembered waking up in a hate of fear and desperation, begging for someone to save me, to hold me, to tell me it

I glanced back at Ethan.

He had held me

He was the one who stopped the shaking. The crying. He had been there.

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Chapter 92

But why would he do that when it clears he hates mi maybe he now knows we are

Immediately hist mapp out of it is not possible, not now and maybe never I could felt the sad howling my wolf released

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Please don’t wake up yet? Just… give me this moment

I wanted to captine his sleeping face in my head it was the most beautiful

we experienced for the past six years.

But as if the Moon Goddess herself decided to mock me, I heard the soft shift of sheets behind me, and a gruff voice followed.

“Enjoying the view?”

Istiffened

“You’re awake” I muttered, spinning around and hugging my arms tighter.

“I wouldn’t be if someone wasn’t standing over me like a creeper,” he replied, sitting up, the blanket pooling at his waist, revealing his sculpted abs. “You’re lucky I didn’t snap your neck out of reflex.”

1 scoffed. “You wish.”

He filled his head lazily, that annoying smirk of his tugging at his lips. “You’re welcome, by the way

“For what?”

“For helping you when you were crying like a desperate little bitch in heat

My jaw dropped.

“You–what?” I breathed out, humiliated, rage creeping up my neck like fire.

“You heard me.” He leaned back against the headboard, “Begging Pleaching, And crying in your sleep. Not the worst sounds I’ve heard from you, but definitely the saddest.”

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw the lamp at his head.

But more than anything–I wanted to vanish.

“How long

ng have you… been hearing my nightmares?” I asked, voice small.

He was silent for a second before saying, “while.”

That did something to me. It twisted something deep inside because no matter how much I hated him–or tried to–I hated how a part of me still ached for him, still wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he cared.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” I whispered. “Nobody ever has.””

His gaze lingered on me, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The damage was already done.

There was a knock on the door.

Perfect timing.

I turned quickly, escaping his gare,

and opened the door. It was the head maid, Margaret

“You’re late,” she said, voice crisp. “Hurry Shower and report to the kitchen for your duties.

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