The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

-Ava’s POV

He took me to Italy!

Italy!

I was still trying to wrap my mind around it as we landed. Not just on any ordinary flight either–his private jet. Grayson h driven straight to his private hangar, ordered me onto the jet, and now, here we were.

In Italy.

For pizza.

I stared at the breathtaking view of the Italian countryside as the jet slowed to a stop, my mind racing. I was just going to order in. Who takes someone all the way to Italy for pizza?

Grayson Blackwood, apparently.

He didn’t even ask if I had plans, or work to do. He just… decided. And the most ridiculous part was that I had actually followed him. I could have stood against him even what the order. I didn’t. The man exuded this unshakable confidence, and I found myself caught in it like a wave. Was this how he always operated?

Just throwing his weight–and wealth–around like it was no big deal?

I wasn’t exactly dressed for this either. The simple jeans and sweater instead of a coat I’d thrown on earlier felt completely out of place as he led me down the steps of the plane and into a sleek black car waiting for us. Everything he did was effortless–powerful–and the way people scrambled to open doors for him, clear pathways, it was like watching a lion movi through a field of sheep.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I caught myself glancing at him every few seconds, trying to make sense of this man who could terrify and fascinate me in equal measures. His face was unreadable, as usual–cold, calculating. The kind of cold, like he could shut out the entire world without blinking.

Yet here we were, on what felt like… a romantic getaway.

No. It wasn’t a romantic getaway. It couldn’t be. There was nothing between us like that.

Right?

Stop dreaming Ava.

We finally pulled up to a restaurant that oozed elegance. One of those places where just the scent of food in the air screamed “expensive.” My eyes scanned the exterior, and immediately, insecurity washed over me. There was no way I was dressed for this.

Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out. “I’m not even dressed for this place

turning to me with that cool, detached expression that always made my heart jump. “It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said, his tone so final, like he was stating the most obvious fact in the world. “You always look

it was how he said it–like my beauty wasn’t

he even aware of

and I had no chole but to follow, still trying

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had just

Even more baffling?

fact that it hit me

heads turned like magnets dr to steel, but Grayson? He didn’t even blink. He moved through the restaurant like he owned the place- which, starting to know him, he

was the chef hurried over, his face breaking into

long!” The chef practically kissed Grayson’s hand, his enthusiasm borderline ridiculous. I

“Che bellezza!” he exclaimed, “Welcome:

blinked. “Uh… pizza?”

off. “Nonsense! I will make you something far more worthy of your beauty. Leave it to

himself, looking completely unbothered by the attention. Like flying someone to Italy for pizza and having people fawn over

Was this real life?

people watching us,

break the silence that had settled between us. He had gone quiet again, his focus entirely on his

glanced up at me, eyebrow raised.

“This. Flying to Italy on a whim, being treated like royalty…

royalty and if I want

respond. What kind

was. Cold, ruthless, completely in control. I guess

I couldn’t even name, placing them in front of us with flourish. My stomach growled at the sight of it

bisogno di qualcos’altro.” (“Thank you, I’ll call

he spoke

and then he left. Grayson

at him, realizing how ridiculous that sounded. This wasn’t pizza. This was an entire gourmet spread.

told the

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