Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Raven – Pov

I stood frozen in my spot, the steam from the bathroom swirling around me like a ghostly fog. My heart pounded against my chest, every beat a reminder of the night we just shared–no, the moment we just had. Passionate, Intense. Unforgettable. And yet… confusing. Because the man who’d just made me feel like i was the only woman in the world had disappeared like it was nothing. Like i was nothing

I could still feel the imprint of his hands on my skin, the way he whispered against my ear, the tremble in his breath as

as he reached his climax But then. he turned cold. The haze in his eyes as he quickly wore his clothes and left without so much as a backward glance. Like it didn’t happen.

I clenched my lists

“Damn you, Alpha Ethan,” I muttered under my breath, angry more at myself than him, I should’ve known better. I was just a maid. A thing he could use Someone he didn’t even have to acknowledge once he was done. I was his property… nothing more.

I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. My checks were still flushed from earlier. My lips, slightly swollen. I looked… different. Not quite myself, And I hated that I’d let him see me like that–vulnerable, open, bare in more ways than one.

Sighing, I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my maid’s uniform. I slipped it on quickly, suppressing the ache between my legs and the ache in my chest. This wasn’t the time to feel sorry for myself. Breakfast needed to be prepared, and that was still my job, no matter what had just happened.

I left the room and made my way toward the kitchen. The hallway was quiet, almost hauntingly so, but the silence was better than having to face anyone. Especially him.

Inside the kitchen, I got straight to work–cracking eggs, slicing tomatoes, heating the bread. My hands moved automatically, the motions comforting even if my thoughts were in turmoil.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

About him.

About how his touch had set me on fire.

About how he made me feel alive and then discarded me like used linen.

Why did he act like it meant nothing!

Did I mean nothing?

“Stop it,” I whispered to myself, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “You’re not allowed to cry. Not for him.”

Once breakfast was ready, I placed everything on a tray and started toward the dining room. My feet felt heavy, each step taking an effort, but I reminded myself I’d faced worse. Much worse.

As I entered the dining room, I lowered my head out of habit, trying to be as invisible as possible. I began setting the food down on the table, my hands trembling slightly, and then–my eyes met his.

Alpha Ethan.

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He was already seated, dressed sharply in a black shirt that hugged his frame like it had been made for him alone. His eyes were cold. Distt. Like he hadn’t been inside me just a few hours ago. Like he hadn’t whispered my name with trembling lips.

Our gaze locked for a second.

One second too long

I couldn’t breathe.

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But then, he looked away- without a word and started serving himself breakfast like I didn’t exist.

The betrayal hit hard.

i swallowed painfully and looked away, locusing on pouring the juice into the glasset. But my hand trembled, and the next thing in slipped. Orange juice spilled across the table and over the edge–onto his lap

Time stopped.

My breath caught in my throat.

“I’m sorry.” I stammered, rushing forward with a cloth. “Wlphia, I didn’t mean

Before I could finish the sentence, he shot up from his seat, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. His face was thunderous.

His hand rose.

And then a slap his palm connected with my cheek so hard my head snapped to the side.

The sting spread across my face like wildfire.

You stupid little thing,” he growled. “Watch what the hell you’re doing. You think just because he stopped himself, eyes narrowing “Never mind. Stop fooling around and focus. Next time, you’ll get worse.”

And with that, he stormed out of the room, his steps echoing through the corridor.

I stood there, frozen, my body shaking as I held a cloth in my hands that had never made it to his lap

My c

cheek throbbed. The heat from his slap still pulsed through my skin.

I wanted to scream.

Cry.

Break

But I couldn’t do any of that–not here. So I walked away from the table, holding my cheek as if that could stop the pain. The tears that had been threatening all moming finally spilled, silent and hot, streaking down my face as I stepped into the hallway

I didn’t know where I was going only that I needed to be away from there.

From him.

I reached the far end of the hall, sat on the cold marble floor, pulled my knees to my chest, and sobbed into them,

It was all too much.

Why was I still here?

Why couldn’t I walk away?

Why did my heart still beat for him, even after what he just did?

The sobs wracked my chest, quiet and desperate, my entire body shaking I didn’t care if anyone saw me. Maybe I wanted someone to see. To ask. To

And then… a hand gently touched my shoulder.

Iflinched and looked up, startled.

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