Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 332

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Chapter 332

Alpha Ethan’s POV

It’s been three hours.

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Three long, brutal hours since Reven stormed out of my room, fury burning in her eyes, pain etched so deeply into her face that I felt it like claws ripping through my chest.

Three hours since the guard reported hesitantly, fearfully, that she had gone toward the woods.

The woods.

My jaw tightens as I stand in the middle of the hallway, fists clenched at my sides. The pack house feels wrong without her presence, too empty; even the walls seem to echo with her absence, with all the words we hurled at each other like weapons.

“She was angry,” the guard had said, eyes lowered. “She didn’t answer when I called after her, Alpha.”

Angry.

As if that word could ever capture the storm inside her. As if anger alone would drive her barefoot into the woods at night.

I should have chased her.

The thought hits me again, just as vicious as it did the first time. I should have gone after her the moment she turned away from me, the moment her shoulders stiffened and she shut herself off completely.

But pride, damn my pride, kept me rooted to the spot. I had told myself she needed space. That she would cool off and come back like she always did.

But something felt different this time.

Something felt wrong.

“Mobilize the guards,” I bark suddenly, already striding toward the entrance. “Every available man. Search the woods. Spread out. I want eyes everywhere.”

“Yes, Alpha!” voices chorus immediately.

I don’t wait. I don’t slow. I take the steps two at a time, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin, claws scraping, growling, uneasy.

The moment my boots hit the forest floor, the scent of damp earth and pine fills my lungs, but her scent is faint. Too faint.

“Reven!” I call out, my voice cutting through the trees. “Reven!”

Nothing.

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Only the rustle of leaves. The distant cry of a night bird.

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I push deeper into the woods, branches snapping beneath my hands, eyes scanning every shadow, every movement. I call her name again and again until my throat burns, until desperation starts to creep into my bones.

She should be answering.

She always answers.

An hour passes. Then two.

The guards fan out, combing the forest in widening circles. I hear their calls echoing back to me, one after the other, each one shaking their head when they return.

Nothing.

Then one of them freezes, crouching near the base of an old oak.

“Alpha,” he calls quietly.

My heart slams against my ribs as I rush over.

There, half–buried in the leaves, is a single shoe.

Reven’s shoe.

My breath leaves my body in a sharp, broken rush. I drop to my knees, lifting it with trembling fingers. I recognize it instantly. I bought it for her.

She complained it was too delicate for pack life, said it made her feel soft and foolish.

But she wore it anyway.

“Search everywhere,” I snarl, rage and fear mixing into something feral. “From here outward. She didn’t leave this behind willingly.”

The guards move faster now, tension thick in the air. Time stretches painfully, every second a knife cutting deeper into my chest.

The moon climbs higher, casting silver light through the trees, mocking me with its calm.

Eight hours.

Eight hours of searching.

Eight hours of nothing.

No scent trail strong enough to follow. No sign of blood. No sign of struggle except the shoe.

My wolf is howling now, a hollow, agonized sound echoing in my head. Panic coils tight in my gut as I reach

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inward, grasping for the familiar pull of the bond.

Reven.

I try to reach her through the mindlink.

Nothing.

The connection doesn’t just feel distant; it feels severed.

My knees nearly give out.

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A broken mindlink doesn’t mean death. But it means distance. Too much distance. Or interference. Or danger.

“She’s in danger,” I whisper hoarsely, my hands shaking. “I should have chased her. I should have“.

I slam my fist into a tree, bark splintering beneath the force. Pain shoots up my arm, but it’s nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.

If I hadn’t shut her out… if I hadn’t turned cold, I would have felt it. I would have felt her fear. Her pain. I would have known the moment something went wrong.

Now I know nothing.

I pull out my phone with unsteady hands and start calling.

The Alphas of the surrounding packs answer one by one, voices groggy, confused, then concerned. Each conversation ends the same way.

“No, we haven’t seen her.”

“She didn’t cross our borders.”

“We would have told you.”

Each answer chips away at my sanity.

By the time I return to the pack house, dawn is threatening the horizon, pale and unforgiving. The guards disperse slowly, their faces grim. They don’t need to say it.

We’ve failed.

I walk into my room like a ghost, the weight of the night crushing down on me.

Her scent still lingers here faint, comforting, devastating. I sink onto the bed, staring at the spot where she slept, where she cried, where I hurt her.

The kids.

The thought hits me so hard I gasp.

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They’ll wake up soon. They’ll ask for their mother. They always do.

What am I supposed to tell them?

That their parents argued? That I lost my temper? That I raised my hand and now she’s gone?

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My chest tightens, breath coming in ragged pulls. I rake a hand through my hair, nails digging into my scalp.

She’ll come back, I tell myself desperately. She just needed space. She went to clear her head.

But the broken bond screams otherwise.

I try the mindlink again, pouring everything into it: fear, regret, and love.

Reven, please. Answer me.

Silence.

I let out a broken laugh that sounds more like a sob.

Maybe… maybe she went to someone she trusts.

My fingers tremble as I dial the last number I can think of.

Alpha Derick.

The phone rings. And rings.

Finally, he answers, his voice rough with sleep. “Ethan? Do you know what time it is?”

“I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important,” I snap. “It’s Reven.”

There’s a pause. Then his tone shifts. “Is she okay? What happened to her?”

My heart sinks. “So… she’s not with you.”

“What?” Derick says sharply. “No. Why would she be with me? After that day at the engagement party, I haven’t seen her since.”

I end the call without another word.

The phone slips from my fingers and lands on the bed with a dull thud. I stare at it blankly, then at the ceiling, then at the empty space beside me.

I can’t breathe.

I reach for the bottle of whiskey in my bedside drawer, uncaring as I pull the cork and tip it back. The burn does nothing to numb the pain. I drink anyway. Again. And again.

My vision blurs.

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“I’m sorry,” I whisper into the empty room, my voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Reven.

Please come back. I swear I’ll never touch you like that again. Never. Just just come home.”

No answer.

Only silence.

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