Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 310

**TITLE: No More 310**
**Chapter 310**

**Alpha Ethan’s POV**

“You stay put while I check on Vera. And don’t even think about doing anything reckless,” I warned Reven with a sharp edge to my voice as I maneuvered my wheelchair out of her room, slamming the door with more force than I intended.

A tight knot formed in my chest, a mix of simmering anger and a spiraling worry that twisted through my insides like a storm.

Raven’s last words before the guard interrupted still echoed in my mind, unfinished and dripping with suspicion:

“That’s because I…”

Because she what? Did she know something crucial? Was she on the verge of confessing a secret that could change everything?

But I didn’t have the luxury of time to unravel that thread. Vera needed me now. Whatever Raven had been about to say could wait—this was urgent.

I wheeled myself toward the stairs, my frustration bubbling over as the driver rushed to assist me. “Just get the car ready!” I snapped, my tone brooking no argument.

In mere moments, I was in the vehicle again, fighting the urge to explode. My thoughts raced through the chaotic events of the day, each one more catastrophic than the last.

“Drive,” I commanded, my voice firm.

“But Alpha,” the driver began to protest.

“I said drive fast!” I barked, cutting him off.

The car surged forward, the engine roaring as my heart pounded painfully with every sharp turn.

Images of Vera lying on that hospital bed flooded my mind—pale, bleeding, and fighting for her life. Each time I envisioned her, the haunting image morphed into Raven’s face, brandishing a knife.

Thirty agonizing minutes later, we screeched to a halt outside the pack clinic.

Before the driver could even reach for me, I was already dragging myself into my wheelchair. “Don’t touch me,” I growled, wheeling myself through the entrance with determination.

As the clinic doors swung open, I was met with a flurry of activity. Healers rushed about with a sense of urgency that only heightened my anxiety. I rolled straight toward the emergency room where they had taken Vera earlier, my heart racing in tandem with my thoughts.

Upon entering, the sight nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

Nurses and doctors were clustered around her, their movements swift and purposeful. The steady beeping of machines filled the air like a grim symphony.

Blood bags hung ominously above her, and her abdomen was partially exposed, swathed in layers of bandages that were already tinged with fresh blood.

“What are you waiting for?” I barked, my frustration boiling over at the medical team. “Proceed! Take my blood and save her!”

One of the senior doctors hurried to my side, bowing slightly in respect. “Alpha, you don’t need to worry anymore. We do require your blood.”

I fixed him with a piercing gaze. “What do you mean you don’t need my blood? She needs a transfusion, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, nodding earnestly. “But someone has already donated for her.”

My chest tightened painfully. “Who?”

The doctor hesitated, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. “The donor… wishes to remain anonymous.”

“Who?” I pressed, my voice low and dangerous.

“She insisted, Alpha,” he replied, his tone cautious.

“She?” I echoed slowly, my brows knitting together in confusion. “So it was a woman?”

The doctor cleared his throat, visibly uneasy. “Yes, but she requested that her identity remain hidden. She said it was personal.”

I stared at him, suspicion clawing at my insides. A female donor, choosing to remain anonymous? It was unusual, to say the least.

There weren’t many women willing to sacrifice their blood for someone they weren’t related to.

Raven’s face flashed through my mind, but I quickly forced the thought away.

No. That girl had just stabbed Vera. Why in the world would she save her?

Unless…

No. That was impossible.

Still, a strange twist of something unsettling churned inside me.

I pushed the thought aside and moved closer to Vera as the doctors worked to stabilize her. After several long minutes, the cacophony of machines began to settle.

Eventually, I stood. “Let me get something for you to eat.”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she settled back to rest.

I wheeled out of the room and headed toward the clinic exit. I was almost outside when I collided with someone.

An elderly woman.

“Oh, my apologies,” I said quickly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I rarely apologized, but something about her presence demanded it. She appeared ancient yet strangely alert, her eyes sharp despite her frail exterior.

I attempted to wheel past her, but before I could get far, she stepped forward, closing the distance.

“Alpha Ethan,” she called out, her voice steady.

I halted immediately, turning my chair slightly to face her. “Do… do I know you?”

She shook her head slowly. “No, Alpha. I am not from your pack. I came to visit my cousin, who is a member here.”

I nodded, still cautious. “Alright. Then why did you call me?”

Her gaze darkened, a strange intensity flickering in her eyes. “Because I have a message for you.”

“A message?” I repeated, confusion swirling within me.

“Yes,” she said softly, but her voice carried the weight of ancient wisdom. “Do not chase the wrong person while the right person stands beside you.”

My heart plummeted.

“What?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “What does that mean?”

But she didn’t respond.

Instead, she offered a cryptic smile, one that felt like a prophecy, and turned to walk away, disappearing into the hallway as if she had never been there at all.

I stood there, staring after her, confusion twisting violently in my gut, her words echoing hauntingly in my mind:

“Don’t chase the wrong person… while the right person is just beside you.”