The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 5

Grayson’s POV-

-There are thousands of women out there who would have a more excited expression on their face because they just became my Lama. You should look more grateful.”

The words left my mouth mirroring the boredom I suddenly felt the moment she signed the contract.

Her gaze snapped to mine, and I watched the color in her eyes swirl, shifting to a darker shade. Most things didn’t interest me, but her eyes–something I had noticed the moment she fellat my feet–the way they switched colors–intrigued me enough to want to understand them.

Those same eyes flashed with anger now, like my words had insulted her.

“It’s contracted Luna,” she corrected, her voice laced with irritation.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the document and strode toward me, shoving it into my chest. The fear and uncertainty that had been on her face moments ago had vanished, replaced by a look that said she was ready to commit murder.

My murder

Honestly, I didn’t care what I had said to offend her. I stared back at her, assessing. Ava Pierce was strikingly beautiful, even if 1 lacked any interest in the sentiment.

She held my gaze for a long moment, then broke it, her glare softening. “What now?” she asked, her tone clipped. “Are you going to assign me guards? Watch my every-

“Lose the antitude,” I cut in before she could finish and I saw her shiver slightly at the harshness of my tone. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off again. “I am still speaking and when I speak, I paused for her moment letting it sink in. “Do not ever interrupt me.”

She flinched even harder then I let out a sigh, deciding to soften my tone. I was asking a lot of her after all, “I do not have any interest in controlling you but I most definitely do not appreciate insolence. Do you understand?”

It took her a moment for her to nod her head.

“Good. Now to answer your earlier question. What is happening right now is that we’re going to have our first session.”

Her eyes widened as my words registered, her entire face flushing a deep red. “Right now?” she stammered. “I don’t even have the equipment-”

my study opened, and a team of people filed in,

watched her eyes dart around the room. “I’ve done my research.

struggling to maintain her composure. Her breathing hitched, and 1 arched a brow at her. “You’re a medical expert, aren’t you? You

“My patients have never looked like-” She caught herself, stopping just short of finishing the sentence making the smirk on my lips

I knew exactly

say. I was awe of my looks, and frankly, I was realizing I

Her in particular.

Chapter 3

I need to take my pagis off?” I asked, my

face turning so red that I thought it might explode

for the first time in almost twenty years, I actually

was it about Ava

eyes shifting into a more professional mode. “Take a seat, and keep your pants on,” she said, a warning

item with practiced efficiency. She turned back to me, her

“Go ahead”

was so much more to my condition than anyone would ever

entire time. Her professionalism was commendable, but I could see the cracks, the way her eyes occasionally

was out of her depth, and we both

“I’ll have to touch you now I meant examine

and leaned back in the chair,

moment before stepping closer.

suddenly hit me hard, stronger than before, engulfing my senses. My body stiffened

as she was about to make contact, I

our skin touched, I felt something else–something I couldn’t quite name. My grip

fear. She opened her mouth to protest, but

explain. I kept my grip firm, my gaze cold. Without another word, she yanked her hand from my grasp and bolted for the door, her footsteps- echoing in the