Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 309

**TITLE: No More 309**
**Chapter 309**

**Alpha Ethan’s POV**

I was ensconced in my study, the quiet of the room wrapping around me like a comforting blanket, when the knock shattered the calm. It was sharp, hurried, and utterly wrong.

Before I could muster the words to invite the intruder in, the door swung open with a jarring force. A guard stumbled in, his head bowed low, his breath coming in ragged gasps as if he had sprinted the entire distance to my sanctuary.

“Alpha,” he breathed, voice quaking with barely contained fear, “Lady Vera has been rushed to the pack clinic.”

In that instant, the world around me seemed to freeze.

“What?” The word tumbled from my lips, choked and disbelieving, as a heavy weight settled in my stomach. “What do you mean she’s been rushed? What on earth happened?”

The guard swallowed hard, the panic evident in his wide eyes. “From what I heard, Alpha… she was stabbed.”

My grip on the wheels of my chair tightened, the tension in my arms causing the veins to stand out like ropes. “Stabbed by who?!” I demanded, my voice rising with a mix of disbelief and fury.

He hesitated, the moment stretching painfully. “By… by Miss Raven. That is the report we received.”

“What?!” My voice erupted, a thunderous sound that echoed off the walls. Rage and shock coursed through my veins like fire. Raven? Stab Vera? The same Raven who wouldn’t hurt a fly? The very same Raven who, despite all odds, still held a softness in her gaze?

No. It didn’t add up, yet the expression on the guard’s face told me this was no mere jest or rumor.

I wasted no time.

A whirlwind of anger, fear, and confusion crashed over me as I propelled myself out of the study, nearly colliding with the doorframe in my haste.

“Take me to the clinic. Now!” I barked at the driver waiting outside.

He rushed to assist me, but I shoved his hands away, irritation flaring within me. “I said take me, not push me.”

He nodded, his expression shifting to one of understanding as he hurried ahead to open the car door for me.

Once, getting into a vehicle had been second nature, but since losing my ability to walk, every movement felt like an insurmountable challenge, demanding a patience I didn’t possess at that moment.

The driver helped me into the seat, despite my protests, folded my wheelchair with practiced ease, and climbed in beside me.

The drive was short—twenty minutes at most—but each second felt like an eternity, needles of anxiety pricking at my skin. The thought that consumed me was relentless:

Raven stabbed Vera. Why? How?

Upon arrival, the driver swiftly reassembled my wheelchair and assisted me down. I rolled through the clinic doors with a speed I didn’t know I still had, urgency propelling me forward.

Nurses, patients, and healers turned to me, bowing their heads in respect, but I had no time to acknowledge them.

“Where is Vera?” I demanded, my voice a steel blade slicing through the air.

One nurse stepped forward, her demeanor immediately shifting to one of concern. “Alpha, she is in the emergency room. I’m sorry, but you cannot enter. The healers are working on her.”

“How serious is it?”

The question escaped my lips darker than I intended, my heart pounding so fiercely it resonated in my ears.

The nurse lowered her gaze, her hands wringing together anxiously. “Alpha, the knife went deep. Into her lower abdomen. It’s… it’s fifty-fifty. She may survive, or she may not.”

Something inside me sagged, then shattered. I had to look away for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

Fifty-fifty. That was hardly a promise of life. Barely a glimmer of hope.

I rolled myself toward the waiting area, every sound muted, my mind racing with confusion. I struggled to comprehend the idea of Raven stabbing someone.

No. It didn’t make sense. Raven had never intentionally harmed anyone. The worst she had ever done was wield her words with a sharp edge. Even on her angriest days, she had never resorted to violence.

Unless…

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