Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Reven’s POV

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The girl ran toward me and threw her small arms around my waist, clinging as if letting go would shatter something fragile inside her.

For a moment, I froze.

Her body was warm. Trembling. Real.

Slowly, almost cautiously, I wrapped my arms around her in return. I didn’t know why my chest hurt so badly or why my throat tightened as if I were holding back tears that didn’t belong to me.

Behind her, two other children stood watching.

One boy. One girl.

Their eyes were wide, hopeful, fearful, and desperate.

“Lyra,” Alpha Ethan said gently from behind them, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. “It’s okay. You can let go now.”

The girl loosened her grip but didn’t step away completely. Instead, she tilted her face up to mine, her eyes shimmering.

“Oh… my name is Lyra Lucian,” she said shyly, as if formally introducing herself mattered very much. “What’s your name, Mommy?”

My breath caught.

The other girl still hadn’t moved. She just stared at me, studying my face as if memorizing every detail, searching for something only she could see.

Alpha Ethan stepped forward.

“She isn’t your mom,” he said carefully. “She just… looks like her.”

All three children turned to him with identical expressions of shock.

“But,” he added quickly, his voice thick with something I couldn’t name, “she is your mummy now.”

Silence.

Then Lyra’s lip trembled.

“Can… can we call you Mummy?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

My heart cracked open.

I didn’t understand why these children affected me this way. Why saying no felt impossible. Why their pain felt like my own.

I swallowed hard.

“Yes,” I said softly. “You can call me Mummy.”

Three pairs of eyes widened.

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Then suddenly, chaos.

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They rushed me all at once, tiny arms wrapping around my legs, my waist, and my back. Their small bodies pressed against me, clinging as if anchoring themselves to something they had lost long ago.

“Mummy!”

“Mummy!”

“Mummy!”

I sank to my knees without realizing it, hugging them tightly, breathing in the scent of soap and childhood and something heartbreakingly familiar.

Behind us, Alpha Ethan cleared his throat.

“I’ll… leave you to get to know each other,” he said quietly.

When I looked up, our eyes met.

Something dark and unreadable flickered in his gaze before he turned and walked out.

The door closed softly behind him.

We ended up sitting on the floor in a messy circle, their small bodies practically glued to mine.

I smiled nervously. “Let’s play a game.”

Three heads tilted.

“What game, Mummy?” the quiet girl asked.

“A question–and–answer game,” I said after a moment. “You ask me questions, I answer. Then I ask you questions, and you

answer.”

They looked at each other, then nodded eagerly,

Lyra shot to her feet first.

Her tiny fists clenched at her sides.

“Why did you leave us?”

The question hit like a physical blow.

My eyes widened. “I”

“Why didn’t you come back?” she continued, tears spilling down her cheeks. “We waited and waited and you never caine

The room blurred.

Why did these children refuse to believe I wasn’t their mother?

Why did their grief feel like mine?

I took a shaky breath.

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“I didn’t leave,” I said softly. “And… I’m not your old mom.”

Three faces crumpled.

“But,” I continued quickly, my voice gentler, “I am your mom now. Starting today.”

They stared at me.

Then, slowly, they nodded.

The quiet girl wiped her eyes first.

“I’m Kyra,” she said. “I like purple. And pancakes. And Daddy.”

The boy puffed up proudly. “I’m Lucian. I like blue. And bacon. And Daddy. And Mommy.”

Lyra crossed her arms but sniffed. “I like pink. And strawberries. And Mommy the most.”

I laughed softly. “Well, I’m Mira. I like coffee. And books. And… all of you.”

They beamed.

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We kept playing silly questions, favorite things, embarrassing stories, and even pretending to be animals. Laughter slowly replaced the earlier tension.

For the first time since arriving here, I felt… warm.

Safe.

Like I belonged somewhere.

Eventually, Lucian clutched his stomach dramatically.

“Mommy, we’re hungry.”

“Starving,” Kyra added.

Lyra nodded solemnly. “Very starving.”

I smiled. “Shouldn’t the chef make something for you?”

They all shook their heads violently,

“We don’t eat the chef’s lunch,” Kyra said.

“Mom used to cook,” Lucian added.

Lyra grabbed my hand. “Now you’re back. We want your food.”

My chest tightened.

“Okay,” I said softly. “I’ll cook.”

Three voices chorused, “Thank you, Mommy!”

The kitchen was enormous, bigger than my entire house.

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Rows of shining utensils. Expensive appliances. Marble counters that looked too perfect to touch.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked.

“Creamy pasta and bacon!” they shouted in unison.

I laughed. “All three of you like the same thing?”

They nodded proudly.

“That makes my job easy.”

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While I cooked, I made them smoothies and set them at a corner table. They swung their legs happily, chattering nonstop about school, friends, toys, and random things only children could find fascinating.

I listened.

Really listened.

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Something inside me ached with a strange sense of familiarity as if I had done this before, in another life I couldn’t remember.

After nearly an hour, the food was ready.

They insisted on eating in their room instead of the dining hall, so I carried the trays upstairs.

The moment they tasted the pasta, their eyes lit up.

‘Wow, Mom! You still know how to cook!”

They devoured the food like tiny hurricanes, sauce smearing their faces, giggles filling the room.

Watching them felt… right.

Too right.

When they finished, the maid cleared the dishes. By then it was already past eight.

“You need to bathe,” I said gently. “It’s bedtime.”

“No!” Lyra protested. “Stay with us longer!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured them. “You’ll see me every day.”

“Promise?” Lucian asked.

“Promise.”

Satisfied, they ran to the bathroom.

While they bathed, I glanced around the room, searching for pictures of their mother.

Nothing.

No photos. No portraits. Not even a hidden frame.

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Strange.

I checked drawers. Shelves. Cabinets.

Still nothing.

Why would there be no pictures of their mom anywhere?

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My search ended when the bathroom door opened and three freshly scrubbed children stumbled out in oversized pajamas.

I helped them get dressed, tucked them into bed, and picked up a storybook from the nightstand.

My voice softened as I read.

One by one, their eyelids drooped.

Within minutes, all three were asleep.

I brushed hair from their foreheads, pressing a gentle kiss to each one.

“Goodnight, my little angels.”

I turned off the light and stepped quietly out.

The hallway was unfamiliar and eerily silent.

I had no idea how to get back to Alpha Ethan’s study.

After wandering for several minutes, a passing guard gave directions.

When I finally reached the heavy wooden door, my heart pounded for no reason.

I knocked.

“Come in,” his deep voice called.

I opened the door.

He sat behind his desk, glass in hand, amber liquid swirling inside.

His eyes lifted to mine.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m done with the kids,” I said softly

“Oh. Are they asleep?”

“Yes, sir.”