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.

to me like I’m an idiot,” I

but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I don’t think you’re an idiot, Ava. Quite the opposite. You’re

me off, his voice sharp as a blade. “When Pm speaking, I don’t like

fists in my lap, nodding, biting back the retort burning on

agree to this. annulment,” he said, his voice now cold and calculating,

to him. I’d stay with Bels, find a job–hell. I’m good at what I

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Chapter 13

Irion’know what it was about him that

his lip curving into a smile–a smile that made my stomach twist in knots. “You’ve

There was no point.

was slowly piecing together. “Your eyes

I mean, they’ve always been like that. I don’t

I suppose we’ll solve eventually.” His tone shifted, darker, colder. “But there’s something about you, Ava, that’s not a

owned it, like I was just another thing for him to control. I hated that

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

liking the direction this was

son but cutting. “Molded by your father,

down. I clenched my jaw, fighting the rising tide of emotion. He didn’t know me. He had no idea

disappoint them. You would’ve let it kill you, just so they could keep their perfect image.” His voice was cold, detached, like he was

the back of my eyes. He was right. Every word of it was

“Am I wrong?”

I wiped it

something, Ava,” he said, 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 contract, you became mine. Your life, your choices–they’re

and for the first time, I realized just how trapped I

voice low and commanding. “You’re going to stop letting your father

what to say, but my head nodded of its own