The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Ava’s POV-

1 blinked, my heart skipping a beat. “What?”

The entire room felt like it was closing in on me. Three days? He was announcing our welding in three days? I hadn’t even had time to process what my mother had just done, and now this? It felt like my world was spiraling out of control, and I wasn’t sure if I could keep up.

Damien’s face remained calm, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I guess congratulations are in order?”

“Lilian are you there?”

Her words blurred as reality set in. In three days, I was going to be Mrs. Grayson Blackwood to the ordinary world and Luna to the Alpha King

“I’ll call you back. Bels.”

I

I ended the call not finding the right words to say, I stared down at my phone, my heart pounding as I read the official statement over and over. Grayson had announced our wedding to the world without even talking to me first. I couldn’t believe it.

Damien watched me, the smile leaving his eyes and his brow furrowed. “Ava, are you okay?”

I looked up at him, my throat tight. “He should have told me first. He should have-“My voice cracked, frustration bubbling to the surface.

Damien squeezed my hand gently, his voice calm and steady. “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But before you do anything, take a breath. Think about how you want to handle this.”

I nodded, but my mind was already racing. I couldn’t sit here anymore. I had to talk to Grayson.

“I need to see him,” I muttered, grabbing my things quickly. “I need to talk to Grayson. This isn’t something you just… announce without a conversation.”

He stood

up

concern etched on his face. “Do you want me

a ride?”

a smile. “No, I need to handle this myself. I’ll call you if

a moment. “Alright, but you know

you,” I whispered, pulling back. “Really,

hurt. Grayson should’ve told me. We should have discussed this together before he put it out there. Instead, I was blindsided,

fine and that I’d call once I was settled. My mind raced as I directed the cab toward Grayson’s mansion. The events of the day spun around in my head like a whirlwind, and

“Mr. Blackwood instructed us to inform you when you came back that if

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Chapter 20

come looking for him, and he had the audacity to plan this out in advance. He couldn’t spare a minute to

the company?” I asked, trying to keep

felt my anger flare even more Of course, he’d have everything perfectly planned out. If he could figure out my size and what clothes to buy me, then surely he could find my phone number and call me Everything about this situation felt cold, calculated, and I hated

“We’re here,” he said, pulling me

building in front of me. It was sleek, modern, and imposing, with the name Blackwood etched into a gleaming black sign. It wasn’t just a company–it was a billion–dollar empire. The kind that made you

beginning to comprehend. My family had money, sure, but this..

the perfectly dressed people moving around made me feel like I didn’t belong. As I stood there, trying to gather my thoughts, a woman about my age approached me. She wasn’t overly beautiful, but there was something attractive about her–maybe it was the way she carried herself, with confidence and

“Can I help

out of place here. Sure, my parents had money, but nothing like this. My family had always kept their distance from Grayson Blackwood, labeling him as someone with a “tainted reputation. They’d blacklisted his name, saying we were too good to associate with someone like him. I knew he was the Alpha King, someone of extreme importance nut at the same time, since my parents deemed him just as a figure head, I didn’t think to find out about him until recently when Dylan became obsessed with aligning with Grayson which made me realize just how powerful

I was finally starting to

here to see Mr. Blackwood,” I smiled lightly, trying

should warn you, Mr. Blackwood doesn’t take

weight of the situation pressing down on me. This wasn’t going to be easy. Reluctantly, I pulled out the one card I didn’t want

“I’m his wife.”

could see recognition flash across her face. “Oh! That’s why you look familiar!” she exclaimed, her expression lighting up. “That picture

a smile, feeling incredibly

as she gestured for me to follow her. “Come

toward the elevator, still feeling the weight of all the eyes in the lobby on me. As we waited for the elevator, she introduced herself. “Im Eliza, by the