Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 307

**TITLE: No More 307**

**Chapter 307**

**Alpha Ethan’s POV**

As the door clicked shut behind her, a profound silence enveloped my study, pressing down like a heavy shroud. This silence was not merely the absence of sound; it was a weight that bore down on my chest, constricting my breath and clouding my thoughts.

“What if what Raven is saying is true?”

The question slithered back into my mind, insidious and toxic, despite my desperate attempts to cast it aside the moment it emerged.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the dark thoughts that threatened to consume me. My gaze fell on the meticulously organized stack of documents sprawled across my desk. These were the tangible realities I needed to focus on—trade routes, pack boundaries, council requests. These were the matters that demanded my attention, that grounded me in what was real.

Not suspicion. Not fear.

Not doubt.

“She was a rogue once,” I murmured to myself, lifting my pen with a heavy heart. “She’s only trying to fit in…”

The words felt like a feeble attempt to convince myself more than anything else.

I closed my eyes momentarily, reaching out with a mind-link, a sharp wave of authority coursing through me.

*Report.*

Within moments, a soft knock echoed against the door, breaking through the charged atmosphere.

“Enter,” I commanded, my voice steady and composed.

The guard stepped inside, one of the few I had discreetly assigned to monitor Vera without her awareness. He bowed deeply, respect evident in every line of his posture.

“Alpha,” he greeted, his tone formal yet respectful.

“At ease,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively. “Any updates regarding Vera?”

He lifted his head, shaking it slowly. “No, Alpha. She hasn’t made any suspicious moves.”

My fingers instinctively tightened around the pen, a reflex of rising tension.

“Did she venture into the woods today?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Another shake of his head. “No, Alpha. She remained in her room throughout the morning.”

A tightness coiled in my chest.

All morning.

Then who had Raven seen?

A frown creased my brow as I leaned back in my chair, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me.

Perhaps she was hallucinating, I thought, a flicker of hope igniting in the depths of my mind.

Perhaps the stress, the fear, the haunting memories were finally overwhelming her.

I dismissed the guard with a wave, watching as he bowed once more before exiting, and turned my focus back to the documents before me. I needed clarity. I craved order, not shadows and unanswered questions that loomed ominously in the corners of my mind.

Just as I reached for another file, the door to my study swung open unexpectedly.

I didn’t need to look up to know who had entered.

I felt her presence before I saw her.

Vera.

She strode in with the familiar confidence that always captivated me, a silver tray cradled in her hands. On it rested a glass of juice and an assortment of light snacks, perfectly arranged as if she had orchestrated a small feast just for me.

She set the tray down gently in front of me, the soft clink of glass breaking the heavy silence.

Then, leaning in, she pressed a delicate kiss against my cheek, her warmth enveloping me like a comforting blanket.

“Good day, my mate,” she said, her voice smooth and rich, like honey drizzled over warm bread.

I froze, caught off guard by the tenderness of her greeting.

I couldn’t find the words to respond.

Not because I didn’t want to.

But because my tongue felt heavy, laden with the weight of unspoken fears.

What if…

What if Raven was right?

Vera moved closer, casually perching herself on the edge of my desk, a familiar gesture that should have felt comforting but instead sent a jolt of anxiety through me.

She began to speak, her words flowing effortlessly. She shared stories of her morning, how the pack house felt eerily quiet in my absence, and how much she had missed me lately.

“I can’t wait,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against my arm, “for you to officially make me your Luna.”

I forced a smile onto my lips, one that felt stiff and unnatural, like a mask I was struggling to wear.

I lifted the glass of juice she had brought, taking a slow sip, primarily to keep my hands occupied.

I returned to my work, not because I wished to ignore her, but because I didn’t trust myself to speak without revealing the turmoil swirling within me.

What if I said the wrong thing?

What if the doubt slipped out?

The words Raven had spoken echoed relentlessly in my mind.

*She’s not who you think she is…*

*She’s been stabbing you in the back…*

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