Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 339

Reven’s POV

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I stood at the edge of the room, my back pressed hard against the cold stone wall, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it would rip itself free from my chest.

The two men stood before me.

Watching.

Waiting.

Their laughter was low and ugly, crawling over my skin like something filthy. My stomach twisted as one of them reached up and loosened his collar, his movements slow, deliberate enjoying my fear.

“No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please. Don’t do this.”

The word please tasted bitter on my tongue, but I said it anyway. I would say anything. Do anything. If it meant surviving this.

They laughed.

A deep, mocking sound.

“Listen to her,” the taller one said, nudging the other. “She thinks begging will save her.”

The second man stepped closer, his boots heavy against the floor. “You should be grateful,” he said. “Opportunities like this don’t come twice in a lifetime.”

My hands trembled at my sides as I shook my head. “You don’t have to do this. You’re not monsters. You still have a choice.”

That only amused them more.

“Choice?” he repeated, scoffing. “We already made it.”

The taller one moved suddenly, shoving me hard. I stumbled backward, my legs tangling beneath me as I fell onto the bed. The mattress dipped sharply under my weight, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs.

Panic exploded inside me.

One of them loomed over me, blocking out the light, while the other circled the bed slowly, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.

“Better cooperate,” he said calmly. “It’ll be easier that way.”

Tears burned in my eyes as I scrambled backward, my spine hitting the headboard. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

This can’t be how it ends.

Just as rough hands reached toward me-

The door burst open.

The sound was so sudden, so violent, it echoed through the room like a gunshot.

The men froze.

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“What-?” one muttered, spinning toward the doorway.

I forced myself upright, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I pressed myself against the wall again, desperate for distance, desperate for space.

And then I saw him.

The Rough King.

He stood in the doorway, tall and unmoving, his presence alone enough to suffocate the room. His gaze swept slowly over the scene: the bed, the men, and me trembling against the wall.

The air went cold.

“Dress,” he said.

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

The men stared at him, confusion flickering across their faces.

“My king,” one of them said with a nervous chuckle, “we were just starting”

The Rough King lifted his eyes.

The look he gave them was deadly.

Whatever they saw in his gaze wiped the smiles from their faces instantly.

“Yes–yes, my king,” they stammered, scrambling to obey. Hands shook as they grabbed their clothes, their earlier confidence dissolving into fear.

They didn’t dare look at me again.

Within moments, they were fully dressed and rushing toward

door, nearly colliding with each other in their haste to

escape. The door slammed shut behind them.

The lock clicked.

Silence filled the room.

I stood frozen, my entire body shaking, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Relief washed over me so suddenly my knees nearly gave out.

They hadn’t touched me.

Not yet.

The Rough King turned his attention to me slowly.

His eyes were cold.

Disgust twisted his expression as he looked me over, as if my fear itself offended him.

“Why did you come here?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay strong. “I thought you wanted to punish me. Why did you stop them?”

His lips curled slightly, not in a smile.

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“Don’t misunderstand,” he said flatly, “I haven’t forgiven you.”

My chest tightened.

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“I only came because I need lunch,” he continued. “You will prepare it. When you’re done, you’ll return here. Then we’ll continue your punishment.”

That was it.

No explanation.

No emotion.

Just another command.

“Yes,” I whispered, nodding stiffly.

He turned away as if I were already forgotten.

I left the room on unsteady legs, my heart pounding in my ears. Only when I was far down the corridor did I finally breathe

out.

Relief flooded me, thin and fragile, but real.

I went straight to the kitchen.

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My hands shook as I worked, but I forced myself to focus. Creamy pasta. Grilled fish. Every movement measured, precise. The other maids avoided my eyes, fear thick in the air.

I won’t be here forever, I told myself.

As I stirred the sauce, a dangerous thought formed.

I’ll gain his trust.

The idea sent a strange thrill through me–not fear, but resolve. I had nothing left to lose. The people I lived for were gone.

When the food was ready, I plated it carefully and took a deep breath before leaving the kitchen.

As I approached his room, a voice stopped me.

“Raven“I turned.

A maid stood there. She looked about my age, her uniform neat, her expression guarded.

“I’m Sofia,” she said. “The Rough King asked me to tell you to bring the food to his study.”

My steps slowed. “I was told no one is allowed in his study.”

Her eyes hardened. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“I’m saying those were the rules given to me.”

She shrugged. “I delivered the message. Obey–or face the punishment.”

She turned and walked away.

I hesitated only a moment before asking for directions.

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The study door was massive, dark wood carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. I knocked.

No answer.

I knocked again.

Still nothing.

Slowly, I turned the handle and stepped inside.

The room was empty.

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Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating shelves filled with books and documents. I placed the tray on the table and turned to leave.

And that was when I saw it.

A picture.

Framed. Carefully placed on the desk.

I moved closer, my breath catching in my throat.

The Rough King stood in the photograph, younger… softer. Beside him

his arm. Between them stood a young boy, laughing freely.

They looked happy.

Genuinely happy.

Confusion twisted inside me.

was

a

woman,

her smile warm, her hand resting on

This man?

I reached out before I could stop myself, lifting the frame.

The door burst open.

I turned sharply.The picture slipped from my fingers.

It shattered against the floor.

The sound echoed like a crack of thunder.

Slowly, I raised my head.

The Rough King stood in the doorway.

His eyes were red.

Not with

anger

alone.

But with something far more dangerous.

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