The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 8

– Grayson’s POV-

An irritated growl left my lips as the phone went straight to voicemail again. The incompetence of people never ceased to amaze me, especially when I needed that witch to explain what the hell was happening. I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as the door to my study swung open.

Elaine stepped inside, radiating irritation. It took everything in the not to let out another growl.

Seconds passed before she spoke. “Really? You won’t acknowledge my presence?”

I lifted my head from the phone to assess lar. Elaine, with her long dark hair and sharp, furious eyes, looked pissed- nothing new. Elaine and anger went hand in hand, like rain and thunder. I sometimes wondered how we could even be related. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, whereas I couldn’t care less about much of anything.

A bored sigh left my lips. “Elaine, what brings you here?”

“Really? That’s what you’re going to ask me?” she snapped, crossing her arms like a petulant child.

I stared at her blankly, my patience already wearing thin. “Considering the fact that you’re being repetitive, I’m positive you have nothing of relevance to me so-

“Who the hell is she?” Elaine interrupted, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.

The air felt heavy, thick with tension, and she took an instinctive step back. Her voice trembled when she spoke again. “I–I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’m sorry, Gray

Her head dipped, eyes lowered, and my wolf receded, satisfied with the submission. Family or not, disrespect wasn’t tolerated, and Elaine knew that all too well. She’d crossed the line before and had the scars–emotional, not physical–to prove it

After a moment, I spoke. “Who is who?”

She swallowed hard, her previous bravado vanishing, “Liam said some random woman is now your Luna. I don’t understand. How can a nobody be your Luna? Where did she even come from?”

I rose from my chair, walking around the desk until I was closer to her. Not close enough for comfort, but enough to make a point. Elaine, ever the fragile flower when it came to authority, took a step back

I smiled.

“And who says she’s a nobody?”

Elaine hesitated, her voice small, “L. L. she can’t be your Luna. She just can’t.

“Okay,” I replied casually.

written all over

I’ve heard your complaints, likened them to a child’s tantrum,

child! How can you just bring someone in and decide she’s your Luna? Do you know

conversation already, but her dramatics were amusing. “Ava Pierce is daughter of a powerful Alpha. By the look on your face, you recognize the

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I continued before she could get a word in “No one is above me, Elaine Ava is my Lama, and any disrespect toward her is a direct insult to me. Do

second, she looked like she was about to cry, but she nodded quickly, biting back whatever

looks. Am I right? I could see the truth written all over

didn’t have to. Elaine had always prided herself on being the most beautiful woman in any room she walked into, commanding attention, basking

Ava Pierce was in

surface–level. It wasn’t just about her striking features or perfect figure. It was in the way her eyes- those swirling pools of blue, sometimes shifting into darker shades–seemed to look right

effect she had, but

could see it in Elaine’s eyes–the jealousy, the insecurity. Ava was a

stood, walking toward Elaine. I reached out and wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. “You

Elaine was my blood. I had protected her since we were children, after everything that happened with her parents.

to pull herself together. “It’s just.. you

Love? The concept was as foreign to me as caring about the opinions of others. “Love

for something–anything–to grasp onto. “Then why?

“Because I said so, Elaine.

a long moment, her jaw clenched tight, and I could see the wheels turning

nodded. “I

turned away from her, already done

turning and

out a breath in appreciation of having my space back to myself. My wolf stirred uneasily. thoughts of Ava creeping into my mind again. Her scent

clenched my fists, trying to shake

the hell was it about her? She

Nothing worth thinking about