The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 13

– Ava’s POV-

That was the first and only word he had spoken since I entered the study, and it carried so much weight, so much force, that common sense had me taking a step back. I swallowed hard, trying to gather the courage I thought I had when I walked into the study.

“What part is a mistake, Ava?”

The way he said my name–low, dangerous–made my pulse quicken. It wasn’t a question. It was a warning, a threat wrapped in those simple words. All the explanations I’d rehearsed in my head vanished like smoke.

Why

y did I think this was a good idea? In less than twenty four hours since I met him, he had had to walk into a burning building to save me and a war was already brewing between him and my father and I knew my father. He stayed in his lane but the moment he was crossed, hell would break lose.

“I think I’ve had enough of Pierce nonsense today to last me a lifetime. Leave.”

I should’ve listened. I should’ve turned around, walked out, and accepted that this was it. There were no take backs when it came to him but something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the way he spoke to me like I was nothing, or maybe I was just tired of being afraid. I took a step forward, deeper into his space, my heart hammering in my chest.

Can I please sit?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trying to sound stronger than I felt.

“No.”

The answer came swift and cold. I sat down anyway, defying him, and I heard the low growl rumble from his chest. I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself.

“You’re stronger than this, Lilian. Don’t let anyone push you around.” Isabella’s voice echoed in my mind.

When I opened my eyes again, his expression had shifted, though it was no less menacing. He was watching me closely, his eyes dark and unreadable, like he was trying to peer into my soul. It made my skin tingle, but I had to keep going.

“My father,” I started, swallowing the lump in my throat, “He will make good on his threat and I think that the unnecessary bloodshed can be avoided. You said so yourself, you are not one for that

He leaned back, one eyebrow arching, the smallest hint of amusement dancing in his cold gaze. “So, you want me to tear up the contract because Daddy doesn’t approve!” His tone dripped with mockery, condescension that made my blood boil.

like I’m an idiot,” I snapped before I could

at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I don’t think you’re an

me off, his voice sharp

my fists in my lap, nodding, biting

this. annulment,” he said, his voice now cold and calculating, “what

with Bels, find

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Chapter 13

off. Irion’know what it was about him that mile

curving into a smile–a smile that made my stomach twist in knots. “You’ve thought this through, haven’t

answer. There was no point.

eyes narrowing, studying me like I was a juzzle he was slowly piecing together. “Your eyes are fascinating. Have you

It was the last thing I expected him to say, “No.. I mean, they’ve always been like that. I don’t know why.” My voice was shaky, and

eventually.” His tone shifted, darker, colder. “But there’s something about

name again–it felt different. Like he owned it, like I was

people are beneath me, I find an ounce of pleasure watching them

liking the direction this was

be perfect, haven’t you?” he said, his voice son but cutting. “Molded by your father, your mother,

I clenched my jaw, fighting the rising tide of emotion. He didn’t know

you didn’t want to disappoint them. You would’ve let it kill you, just so they could keep their perfect image.” His voice was cold, detached, like

breath caught, and I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes. He was

“Am I wrong?”

wiped

leaning forward again, his gaze locking onto mine. “I don’t care about your father. I don’t care about his threats, his power. The moment you signed that

for the first time, I

you’re going to do,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to stop letting

say, but my