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-”

cue, the door to my study opened, and a team of people filed in, dropping medical equipment

eyes dart around the room. “I’ve done my research. Everything you need

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

mine, and she shot back, “My patients have never looked like-” She caught

I knew exactly

she was about to say. I was awe of my looks, and frankly, I

Her in particular.

Chapter 3

to take my pagis off?” I asked, my hand moving unbuckle my

turning so red that I thought

me hard for

it about

straightened her spine, her eyes shifting into a more professional mode. “Take a seat, and keep

began to survey the equipment, her hands moving over each item with practiced efficiency. She turned back to me, her expression all business now. “I’m going to ask you a few

“Go ahead”

an ounce of shame because there was so much more to my condition than anyone

the entire time. Her professionalism was commendable, but I could

her depth, and we both

a deep breath, “I’ll have

leaned back in the chair, making myself more comfortable, watching as she hesitated for

moment before stepping closer.

into my personal space, her scent suddenly hit me hard, stronger than before, engulfing

just as she was about to

forceful. The moment our skin touched, I felt something else–something I couldn’t quite

in my tone, her eyes wide with confusion and a flicker of fear. She opened her mouth

eyes searched mine, desperate to understand what she had done wrong, but there was nothing to explain. I kept my grip firm, my gaze cold. Without another word, she yanked