Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Reven’s Pov

“Derick,” I whispered, trying to steady my breathing as his lips trailed across my neck.

My fingers curled into the back of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric.

His touch sent sparks dancing across my skin, the kind that made my heart race faster than I could control.

Can’t you be a little quiet? I asked him. Derick chuckled, his voice low and rough with desire. “You shouldn’t blame me when you’re the one driving me crazy,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and uneven.

My pulse fluttered. There was something about the way he said it, like he meant every word, like I really had some kind of

hold over him.

I wanted to believe it. I wanted to believe that whatever this was between us went deeper than the tension, the passion, and the unspoken words that hung in the air whenever we were close.

But before I could say anything, Derick’s phone buzzed beside us. He sighed, pulling away just slightly, brushing his fingers along my jaw as if reluctant to let go. “We should get going,” he said softly. “It’s getting late.”

I nodded, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He turned to the driver. “Take us back to the pack house,” he ordered, his tone shifting effortlessly back to the commanding Alpha he was.

As the car rolled out, I leaned into his side, resting my head against his shoulder.

The rhythmic sound of the engine and the feel of his hand gently stroking my hair made my eyelids heavy.

For the first time that day, I felt calm and safe, even. Half an hour of silence passed, broken only by the soft hum of the road and Derick’s quiet breaths beside me.

When the car finally stopped in front of the pack house, Derick’s fingers brushed through my hair once more before he whispered, “We’re home.”

I smiled faintly and stepped out of the car. The cool evening air greeted us. Derick turned to the driver. “Take what we bought inside,” he instructed, his voice as steady as always.

He reached for my hand, and together we walked toward the large front doors.

But the moment we stepped into the pack house, everything changed.

The calm we’d shared vanished in an instant, replaced by chaos, Loud voices echoed through the hall angry, frightened, confused. The sound grew louder as we entered the living room,

My hand slipped from Derick’s as my instincts took over. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest. The maids were gathered in a circle, their faces pale and panicked. I could barely make out what they were saying – fragments of words, gasps, cries.

Then I saw it.

A small figure lay on the floor, gasping for breath.

“No,” I whispered, my heart dropping to my stomach. I pushed past the crowd, my voice rising. “Move! Let me through!”

When I finally reached him, my world shattered. “Lucian!” I screamed, my voice trembling as I fell to my knees. His little face was pale almost white and his lips were starting to turn blue. His tiny chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate breaths.

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“Lucian, baby, no, no, please…” My voice cracked as I gathered him into my arms. He was trembling, his fingers twitching weakly.

“Someone get me water, now!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the hall.

One of the maids rushed off and returned seconds later with a glass of water.

My hands shook as I tried to get him to drink, but he couldn’t. His throat tightened again, and panic surged inside me like

wildfire.

“What happened?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “What did he eat?”

The maids exchanged terrified looks, none daring to speak. “Who gave him anything with peanut butter?” I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. “He’s allergic! You all know that!”

Still, no one spoke. The silence was deafening. Derick’s voice boomed behind me, hard and sharp. “Answer her!”

“We don’t know, ma’am,” one of them stammered finally, tears pooling in her eyes. “We don’t know how it happened. We

swear.”

I didn’t have time to argue. My only focus was Lucian. I scooped him up in my arms, clutching him tightly against me as I ran toward his room. My heart felt like it was tearing apart.

Each breath he took was a battle, and I was terrified he wouldn’t win it.

By the time I reached his room, the doctor Derick had called was already there, his medical bag open. “Put him on the bed, quickly!” he ordered.

I laid Lucian down carefully, stepping back only when Derick’s hand found my shoulder. His grip was firm but comforting.

My entire body trembled as I watched the doctor inject something into Lucian’s arm, whispering urgent instructions to his assistant. My son’s breathing began to slow still uneven, but steadier.

I stood by the door, clutching Derick’s arm, fighting back tears. Every second felt like an eternity.

My mind screamed with guilt.

I should’ve been here. I should’ve protected him. How could something like this happen inside my own home?

Derick’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. “He’ll be okay,” he murmured against my hair. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise.”

I wanted to believe him, but the fear in my chest was suffocating. My eyes stayed glued to Lucian, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest.

My little boy my everything lying there helpless. It was the most unbearable sight I’d ever seen.

“Call the nanny,” Derick said suddenly, his voice cold and controlled. One of the guards nodded and disappeared down the hallway.

A few minutes later, the nanny appeared at the doorway. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of her uniform, her face as pale as snow. “Alpha… Luna,” she stammered. “I I’m so sorry.”

Derick’s gaze hardened. “Tell us exactly what happened.”

Her lips quivered. “I went to get them lunch,” she began, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Lucian and his sister were playing in the living room. I asked them to wait for me, but when I came back…” Her voice broke.

“He was on the floor, gasping. I called for help immediately. I swear, I didn’t leave them for long.”

Derick’s jaw tightened. “Who came into the living room while you were gone?”

“I–I don’t know, Alpha,” she sobbed. “I didn’t see anyone. But someone must have given him something. There was an open jar of peanut butter on the table.”

My stomach twisted. Peanut butter. The one thing he couldn’t have.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My thoughts spiraled, flashing through every possibility, every face in this house.

And then one name surfaced in

mind my

–

one person who had every reason to hate me, to want to hurt me where it

would hurt most.

But no. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t possibly go this far.

Would she?

My mind screamed no, but my instincts whispered otherwise. The same instincts that had kept me alive when everything else in my life fell apart.

If she truly wanted me gone, she now knew the fastest way to destroy me wasn’t through me, but through my children.

And that thought alone sent a chill through my entire body.

Derick was still questioning the nanny, but his words barely reached me. My focus stayed on Lucian, who was slowly regaining color in his cheeks. Relief and fear tangled painfully inside me.

“Reven?” Derick’s voice pulled me back. His hand was on my arm again, grounding me. “He’s going to be fine. The doctor says the reaction is subsiding.”

I nodded weakly, unable to form words. My eyes were burning, and I bit my lip to keep from crying. I couldn’t fall apart not now. Not when my son needed me strong.

The doctor turned to us after a few tense moments. “He’ll be fine,” he said finally, wiping his hands on a towel. “He needs rest, but you got to him in time. Thank goodness you acted fast.

A few minutes later and…” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. The unspoken words were enough to make my knees weak.

Derick’s grip tightened protectively around me as he thanked the doctor.

I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my shoulder calm, strong, unyielding and for a fleeting second, I leaned into it, drawing strength from it.

As the doctor left and the room grew quiet again, I stayed where I was, eyes on Lucian’s sleeping form. His little chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm now, his lashes fluttering lightly against his cheeks.

Derick brushed a strand of hair from my face, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s safe now, Raven. I promise you, no one will ever hurt him again.”

But as I looked down at my son pale, fragile, and recovering from something that could’ve taken his life.

I swallowed hard, brushing a tear from my cheek as I whispered to myself, If I’m going to stay here, I have to protect them

no matter what it takes.

Derick’s voice faded into the background, speaking with the guards, giving orders, and tightening security.

But my eyes stayed fixed on Lucian, my heart beating in time with his soft breaths.

For the first time in years, I felt truly afraid.

Chapter 259

Not for myself but for my children.

Chapter 260

Reven’s Pov

It’s been two weeks since the incident, and we still haven’t found out who did it.

Derick had ordered an investigation, and every single maid and guard in the pack house had been questioned.

But no one knewor no one dared to say. Lucian said he couldn’t remember, and we didn’t want to push him too hard. Every time I noticed that flicker of fear in his eyes, it broke me all over again.

Since that day, I’ve made sure my children were never left alone. Not for a minute. I couldn’t trade their safety for anything

in the world.

The house might have been full of people loyal to the Alpha, but I knew too well that loyalty could be twisted by envy, by greed, by hate.

And now, with everything that was about to happen tonight, I couldn’t afford another mistake.

Today was the day.

Derick’s father’s birthday. The day of celebration, and also the night Derick would officially announce me as his Luna.

Even thinking about it sent a tremor through me part excitement, part fear. Being Luna wasn’t just a title; it was a responsibility, a promise, a mark that bound me to Derick and his pack in every way.

The idea of standing beside him in front of everyone alphas from different packs, elders, and visiting families filled me with a nervous energy that refused to let me stay still.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my to–do list, mentally ticking off each task I needed to get done. The

decorators, the kitchen, the guest lists… everything had to be perfect. Tonight wasn’t just about Derick’s father. It was about

1. us.

And maybe just maybe it was also my chance to prove that I belonged here.

Setting my phone aside, I swung my legs off the bed and stood, stretching out the stiffness from the restless night. I needed to get ready. I needed to do something.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as I walked to the bathroom.

The tiles were cool under my feet, and for a moment, I just stood there, breathing deeply. I had to stay calm. Tonight would be overwhelming enough I couldn’t start the day already on edge.

The shower hissed to life, warm water cascading over my skin, washing away the remnants of the anxiety that had kept me awake.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift. For two weeks, Derick had been by my side every night, holding me until I fell asleep.

It felt strange to be apart from him this morning, knowing how much this day meant to him and to me.

When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and moved back into the room, opening the closet to choose something simple yet comfortable.

I finally settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into a pair of fitted jeans. It wasn’t glamorous, but it allowed me to move freely exactly what I needed for supervising preparations.

I packed my hair neatly into a bun, secured it with a clip, and studied my reflection in the mirror. My face looked calmer

than I felt.

There was a faint glow in my cheeks, probably from excitement–or nerves. I smiled faintly at the thought.

It was really happening.

Before leaving, I checked on the children. Pushing the door open quietly, I found Lucian and his sister still fast asleep, tangled in their blankets. For a moment, I just stood there watching them, my heart softening.

Lucian’s breathing was steady now, his little hand curled around his pillow. His sister’s hair covered half her face, and I gently brushed it aside before leaning down to kiss their foreheads.

“Sleep well, my loves,” I whispered. “Mommy will be back soon.”

Closing the door gently, I turned and made my way down the hall.

The pack house was already buzzing with activity. Maids hurried back and forth, carrying trays, decorations, and boxes of

flowers.

The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses and the faint sweetness of vanilla candles.

As I stepped into the hall where the party would be held, I felt a swell of pride. It was already looking beautiful the tables were being arranged, chandeliers polished until they sparkled, and the floor gleamed under the golden light filtering through the tall windows.

But there was still work to do.

I rolled up my sleeves and moved toward one of the tables, reaching for a vase of flowers that needed arranging. “No, Luna,” one of the maids said quickly, almost panicked. “Please don’t! That’s not your job. You should rest.”