The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 39

Grayson’s POV-

Italy had been an impulse decision.

Honestly, I didn’t even know why I did it. She mentioned pizza, and immediately, I thought of one of the restaurants I owned, which just so happened to be in Italy.

Now that we were here, I thought back to Carter’s words and decided I’d check on the progress of the situation myself. Tv days should be enough,

I made the arrangements while she ate, stumbling across one tiny issue. The hotel that had penthouse suite I preferred ha no other rooms available for booking tonight. So, I had two choices–either wait until tomorrow or share a room with Av

I’d chosen the latter. From the look on her face right now, I could guess she was going to react even worse when I told ner

that.

“What do you mean we’re staying for another two days?” she whisper–yelled, her voice tight with irritation. “I have work. I have wedding plans. You can’t just whisk me off to Italy and then tell me I’m staying for two whole days!”

I’d already sorted it all out. According to what Eliza had sent to her workplace, Ava was still “traumatized‘ from the near- death situation and would only be able to resume work on Monday.

That had been Eliza’s idea. For once, a PA was actually thinking on her feet..

As for the wedding. I had Eliza reach out to Isabella to handle the planning for the next two days, knowing she and Ava wen working on it together.

“Grayson, are you even listening to me?” she snapped, her eyes narrowed.

I looked up from my phone, “Yes. You just finished making a speech about how this is wrong, how I promised not to control your life, and how you expected me to take you back home. Right now. Did I miss anything?

She glared at me, her jaw tight. “You think this is funny?”

“No, but I think you’re overreacting. I’ve taken care of everything. You’ll resume on Monday, and your friend will handle the wedding plans in the meantime.” My phone chimed again. I glanced at it before turning back to her. “And Eliza, who I believe you know, wants to know if you’ll be attending her birthday party next Saturday.”

Ava blinked, taken aback. “What birthday party?”

“The one she politely asked me to invite you to,” I said, matter–of–factly. “I got distracted when I was attacked.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she huffed, clearly irritated “You are unbelievable. You’re so… insufferable. This isn’t fair, Grayson. What do you expect me to do in Italy for two days”

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could respond, she groaned. “Don’t answer that. It’s Italy. For the record. I do not approve of this.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I could see her narrow her eyes at me in response. Just then, the chef- Giovanni approached, breaking the tension.

did you enjoy the meal?” he asked, his eyes lighting as he beamed down at

I absolutely

a slight blush creep up is cheeks. Old as he was, it didn’t stop the

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me. He’s old enough to be her grandfather, I

her all.

enough to hand the

me next. “Signor Blackwood, would you like to try

could respond, Ava jumped in, her tone too innocent to be genuine. “Grayson ha fame

and would die for

look, my eyes narrowing. The reminder that she spoke seven languages suddenly clicked. She gave me overly

with enthusiasm. “Parli italiano?” (“Do you

even bigger,

bene, Signor Black Wood. Preparerò subito la migliore pizza

off before I could correct the situation. I turned to Ava, still glaring. “I said I

leaning back in her chair. “I thought we were making decisions for

irritation in check. My wolf stirred within me, strangely approving

can whisk

low. “That’s different, and you know

beat. “Seems pretty similar to me.

of this. Her defiance, her audacity–it should have pissed me off. Hell, it did piss me off. But at the same time,

the urge. “You really want

head, pretending to consider it. “Well, it’s not like have anything else to do for the next two days. You made sure

made me pause. She was still angry, I could tell. But underneath that anger, there was something else. Frustration? Maybe. Or maybe it was the tension that had been simmering between us since we first met, a tension we both pretended

crossing my arms, my eyes never leaving hers. “Fine. Play your game. But don’t be surprised when

her eyes. “Typical Always have to win, don’t

simply,

in front of me with a flourish, smiling proudly. “Here you go! The best pizza in all of Italy! You should know, Signor ckwood.

TG.

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forced a polite

to eat. I stared at

shrugged, feigning indifference.

contact with her as I took a bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, but I refused t give her