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-”

and a team of people filed in, dropping medical equipment onto the floor before disappearing as quickly as

my lips as I watched her eyes dart around the room. “I’ve done my research. Everything you need for your first session has been

1 arched a brow at her. “You’re a medical expert, aren’t you?

back to mine, and she shot back, “My patients have never looked like-” She caught herself, stopping just short of finishing the sentence

I knew exactly

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

Her in particular.

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need to take my pagis off?” I

so red that

the amusement litting me hard for the first time in almost twenty

it

the thought aside, watching as she straightened her spine, her eyes shifting into a more professional mode. “Take a seat, and keep your pants on,”

bit back the smile, settling into the chair and watching as she began to survey the equipment, her hands moving over each item with practiced efficiency. She turned back to me, her expression all business now.

“Go ahead”

an ounce of shame because there was

clinical, and I answered them without hesitation, watching her closely the entire time. Her professionalism was commendable, but I could see the cracks, the way her eyes occasionally flickered with

was out of her depth, and we both knew

in a deep breath, “I’ll have to touch you now I meant examine

lips and leaned back in the chair, making myself more

moment before stepping closer.

hit me hard, stronger than

reached out, her hands trembling ever so slightly, and just as she was about to make contact, I grabbed her

skin touched, I felt something else–something I couldn’t quite

opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off

had done wrong, but there was nothing to 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