The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 14

-Ava’s POV

My head was pounding. Every inch of my holy felt like it had been dragged through hell, and I could barely think straight. Everything was just crashing down on the all at once, and the presstire was unbearable. I wanted to scream, but all I could do was sit there, frozen in place, as if somehow doing nothing would make the storm swirling in my mind stop.

I had walked out on my father, and I had no intention of speaking to him anytime soon.

Not that it would matter. He never listened to me anyway,

“This place is freaking huge!” Isabella’s voice snapped me out of my trance, her laughter echoing through the room Grayson had given me. I blinked, confused by her presence. I hadn’t even heard her come back in.

“I thought you left, I said, staring at her with a frown.

Isabella paused halfway to the bed, looking at me like I’d grown a second head. “I left?” she echoed, clearly puzzled.

“Yeah,” I replied, rubbing my temples. “Remember? You were supposed to go home, and I was going to talk to Grayson Then I’d call you afterward to tell you how it went?”

She burst out laughing. “Oh, that. Totally forgot about that.” She lifted her hand, revealing a bottle of wine. “Look what I found in the bar.”

sighed, exasperated. “Bels, you can’t just go rummaging through people’s houses and stealing their wine. And wait–there’s a bar in this place?”

She grinned, knowing exactly how to push my buttons. “Yup. Well, I was going to leave, but I kind of got lost, and then I decided to explore. You know, this place has, like, everything. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a billionaire.”

“Excuse me? Billionaire? Who?”

She shot me a look. “Grayson Blackwood. Did you seriously not know?”

I stared at her, my mind struggling to process that bit of information. Sure, I knew Grayson was rich, but I had no idea he was billionaire–rich. My thoughts drifted back to him, and I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of everything all over

again.

Isabella sat down on the bed, her face softening

ng with concern. “Take it the talk

talk didn’t go so well?”

a good habit, but it was one of

wall. “He won’t let me go, at least not for the next year, and my father’s going

just stay out of it?” she asked, casually taking

turning to look

is because of their egos. Why are you getting involved? Let them sort

There are death threats flying around, Bels. My

snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Well, maybe that’d solve half your problems. Throw your mother in the mix,

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her, though there was a tiny

raised her hands in mock surrender, laughing “Okay, okay, hard timing for that joke. But come on, you know I’m right Your father’s an asshole,

let out the loindredth sigh of the day, bracing myself as

muttered, answering the

abandoned your husband, but now you’re associating with a

right now, the last thing I wanted was another lecture from her. But it didn’t

she demanded. “You had plenty to say to your father earlier. Now get to the compound.

No room for arguments. No concern for what

voice sharp with irritation. “What’s the worst

just frustrated with how much control my parents had over me, how I kept letting them pull me into their toxic world. She wasn’t

up, walking over to the wardrobe. “I need to go,” I said, ignoring the look

me you’re actually going to see her,” she snapped, her voice hard.

it’ll just

me off, her frustration boiling over. “Lam so tired of this. You almost died tonight, and the first thing out of her mouth wasn’t “Are you okay?‘ but ‘Come see me now? It’s after 10 p.m. for Goddess sake, and you’re

I groaned, but

start acting like it. You’ve been running around in circles since yesterday. You almost died in a fire, and instead of taking care of yourself, you’re letting your parents run your life. You still need to get

need

admit, but they were the same words she’d been telling me for years. And yet, I still couldn’t break free of the hold my family

Here it is. You’re not going anywhere tonight. I’m staying with you. We’re going to steal a couple more bottles, laugh like maníacs, talk crap about that asshole Dylan, and yeah, we’ll even talk about how hot Graysons–because let’s be honest, he’s hot, how you’re going to survive

smile that crept onto my face despite the exhaustion weighing me down. “Yeah, I understand.” “Good,” she

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