Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 285

**Chapter 285**

**Reven’s POV**

As I retreated to my room, my mind raced with confusion and disbelief. What on earth just happened? I replayed the events in my head, a continuous loop of questions swirling like a storm. I sank onto the edge of my bed, cradling my head in my hands, desperately trying to make sense of it all.

“Why this stupid mate bond?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the words hung in the air, heavy with frustration.

I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to block out the memories that flooded my mind. The kiss with Alpha Ethan was seared into my consciousness—his lips brushing against mine, the warmth enveloping us both, the undeniable intensity that sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage, as if trying to escape the chaos of my thoughts.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts. “It’s barely been twenty-four hours since I arrived here,” I muttered to myself, incredulity lacing my tone. “Barely twenty-four hours… and I’ve already kissed him. What is wrong with me? I’m losing my mind.”

If I wanted to keep the door open for a return to Derick, I knew I had to steer clear of Ethan. No more conversations, no lingering glances, no emotional entanglements. I needed to cut off all ties, sever the connection that seemed to pull me toward him with an unyielding force.

Wrapping myself in the blanket, I forced my weary body to succumb to sleep, hoping for a reprieve from the turmoil that had become my life.

Morning arrived far too quickly, the incessant knocking at my door pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyelids felt heavy, and my head throbbed with the remnants of a restless night. I had no desire to move, to face whatever awaited me on the other side of the door.

With great reluctance, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. The unfamiliarity of the room hit me like a wave, the reality sinking in that I was no longer in Derick’s pack.

The knocking persisted, more insistent this time, and I groaned in irritation. “Who the hell is that this morning?” I grumbled to myself, dragging my feet across the floor as I made my way to the door.

Unlocking it, I swung the door open, and my breath caught in my throat.

Alpha Ethan stood before me, a suitcase in tow.

I blinked, momentarily taken aback. “How can I help you, Alpha Ethan?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“Can I come in?” he inquired, his tone calm and collected.

“No, you can’t,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “Just tell me what you want. I was sleeping before you decided to interrupt.”

To my surprise, he didn’t argue. Instead, he nudged the suitcase toward me with a gentle push.

“Take this. It’s for you,” he stated matter-of-factly.

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping in. “What for?”

“These are new clothes I bought for you. I don’t want you wearing those ones,” he replied, the authority in his voice unmistakable.

I couldn’t help but laugh, a sound filled with disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? How dare you dictate what I wear just because Derick bought them? I’m not taken! Go to hell! You have no right to tell me what to do.”

“It’s not a choice,” he said firmly, his demeanor unyielding. “I’ve already changed the kids’ wardrobe. You are no exception.”

My jaw dropped in shock. “You changed my kids’ wardrobe without even telling me?!”

“Our kids,” he corrected sharply, a note of frustration creeping into his voice.

I scoffed, disbelief mingling with anger. “You’re delusional. Haven’t I made it clear that you are nothing more than a sperm donor in their lives?”

His gaze darkened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into that commanding Alpha tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

“STOP, REVEN.”

The authority in his voice made me instinctively step back, my heart racing. He rolled his wheelchair closer, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and anger that struck a chord deep within me.

“I may not have been in their lives from the beginning,” he said, his voice steady yet tinged with emotion. “And I may not have been the best in the past. But it’s time you stopped judging me based on my past.”

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. “And this is the last time you refer to me as a sperm donor. I am their father, and nothing you or anyone else does will change that.”

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