The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 19

-Ava‘ POV-

“Really? That’s how you’re going to play this? You’re going to stoop so low just to make sure I don’t get a job?” I yelled, storming into my mother’s office, my heels slamming against the cold marble floors. The pit of anger that had been dimering inside me for hours finally exploded.

The nurse, Gloria, who had tried to stop me when I asked if my her face pale. “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Pierce. I told her you were

other was available, darted out of the office behind me. sy

I didn’t bother looking at her. “Gloria,” I snapped, my voice shaking with barely–contained rage. “I like you a lot, but don’t piss me off right now. I want to talk to my mother.”

Gloria stammered, unsure whether to stand her ground or leave, but my mother saved her from further discomfort. Without looking up from the book she was leisurely reading, she waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine, Gloria. You can go

I stood there, my fists clenched, watching as Gloria hastily exited shutting the door softly behind her. The moment we were alone, my mother calmly set down the book she had been reading, removed her glasses, and folded them neatly on the

desk.

The silence that followed felt like a taunt.

“Really, Ava?” She finally spoke, her voice as cold as ice. “After everything I did to train you, to mold you into something respectable, you choose to throw it all away in two days?”

1 felt the sting of her words but refused to back down. “I’m not a dog, mother.” I hissed, my throat tightening. “And having me blacklisted so I can’t work? That’s low, even for you.”

Her sharp gaze snapped to mine. “Watch your tone,” she warned, her voice still controlled, but now there was an edge. The real Evelyn Pierce was slipping through the cracks. “You’ve done more than enough to insult this family, and worst of all, you’re associating with him. Do you even understand what people are saying? What they will say if this continues?”

I almost laughed at how predictable she was. “That’s all you care about, isn’t it? Your perfect image. Do you even know that Dylan hits me? That every bruise, every mark, I had to cover up with scarves, makeup, and fake smiles just to keep up your precious façade?”

For a second, a flicker of something passed through her eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. “And you think jumping from Dylan to Grayson Blackwood will solve your problems! You are tarnishing our reputation not just with this scandal, but with that association. The Pierce family does not mix with the Blackwoods. They are parasites posing as royalty”

cracked, but I stood my ground, my body trembling with

decided to spread your wings?” Her voice was chillingly calm, calculated, “Tell me, Ava, where exactly are you planning to fly? To Grayson: Do you think you’ll find solace in his world? His family is ruthless, far worse than anything you’ve faced here.

said firmly, “Every single one. I need a job, mother. I’m not going to sit

defy me and walk away unscathed?” Her voice was sharp now, cutting through the air like a blade. “I’ve raised you to understand that actions

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Chapter 19

Evelyn Pierce never bluffed. I wanted to fight back, to scream at her, but something in

and I have done everything to make you someone worthy of the Pierce name, even with your…. latency,” She emphasized the last word like

ways to hurt me with her words. But I stood still, refusing to let her see how much it affected

continue to associate with him, you’ll be disowned. As of this moment,

but I blinked them back. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. I turned to face her, my mother,

I said, my voice shaking but strong. “One day, it’s going to crack open, when it does, the whole world

like one of the colors mine changed to

than you think,” I whispered before

and

iful was

shut behind me. The weight of what had just happened settled in my chest. They had disowned me. I wasn’t a Pierce anymore. Not that it mattered–I was about to become a Blackwood, even

in my tracks.

a father to me than my real one ever was and

when I discovered my mate was Dylan. It was meant to be the

and before I could think twice, I was in his arms. His embrace was warm, comforting in a way I hadn’t felt

little dove,” he murmured into my hair, his arms tightening around me protectively.

“Didn’t you come to see my

was. “I think you’d be doing me a favor by giving me an excuse to leave. I adore your

escaped my lips, the first one in what felt like days I followed him out, feeling lighter just being in his presence. He led me to his car, and before I knew it, we were sitting at a cozy restaurant. The familiar hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes surrounded us as I stared