The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 50

-Ava’s POV-

I was going to stab someone. Correction: I was going to stab Grayson. As if the pressure of planning a wedding on such short notice wasn’t enough, he’d just hijacked the entire thing and decided we were getting married tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

“Lilian, for the hundredth time, stop pacing.” Isabella’s voice cut through my haze of anger. “You’re making my wolf anxious with all that stomping. And maybe, instead of thinking up murder plots, just call him?”

I halted, spinning on my heel. “I’m not calling him. If he wants to change the wedding date without asking me then I’m not going for the wedding, he can go marry himself, I’m sure he won’t mind, he’s a narcissist after all,”

“I know you’re pissed-”

“Oh, I’m beyond pissed, Bels,” I interrupted, the frustration spilling out of me. “I’m furious. Who the hell does he think he is?”

“The all–powerful Alpha King?” Isabella shrugged with a small smirk.

I shot her a glare, and she put her hands up in surrender. “Alright, bad timing for a joke. But seriously, Lilian, you have to go through with this. I can already picture those awful parents of yours in the corner, looking smug and judgmental, waiting for you to fail.”

I exhaled heavily, rubbing my temples. “I know that, Bels, I do. But he sprung this whole wedding idea on me without a word. We had an agreement, and now he’s pulling this? It’s just.. it’s too much. I can’t even think straight, and I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle.”

Isabella grinned mischievously. “So you do want to marry him tomorrow?”

“One more stupid joke and I’ll punch you.”

She laughed. “Alright, alright. Seriously though, he’s taking over the plans and arranging everything by tomorrow, so that saves you a lot of stress and he’s mega rich, whatever he does will be grand so big wedding: check. All you really have to do is show up in a dress. Pretend to marry him or whatever.”

Her phone chimed suddenly, and she glanced down at the screen. “Speaking of dresses, Eliza just texted. Apparently, Grayson commanded her to find your dress and have everything ready by tonight. She’s wondering if you want to pick it out yourself.”

She looked back at me, her eyebrows raised. “Actually, she’s practically begging you to come pick it out before she has a meltdown.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Fine, tell her to send the location. I need to make a call first.”

over her screen as I dialed the one person who felt like real family apart from Isabella. Damien picked Isabella’s fingers flew

his voice warm. “You know I was just thinking of my favorite person in the world and she calls.” up on the first rin

I couldn’t help but smile. “Hi, Uncle Damien. I don’t have much time, but I need a big favor. The wedding is happening tomorrow, and I was hoping you’d… well, walk me down the aisle?”

pause, then his voice softened. “Of course, little dove. It would be my honor. I’d drop everything just

tension in my chest. “Thank you, Uncle Damien. I’ll text you

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made to end the call, he hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t want to reach out to your parents? It’s

lip. “I wish I could believe that, Uncle. But no. I’ll

dove,” he replied, and I ended the call

nudged me.

a steadying breath. “Do you

grabbed her purse, practically bouncing. “I never got to do this with you the first time around. And I can finally say it: the

grabbed her hand as we

at the boutique, pacing near the entrance and looking ready to explode with nerves. As soon as she spotted us, she waved us

I just wish it wasn’t under Grayson’s ridiculous deadline. Please don’t tell him I said that. The list of things he wants done

laughed like old friends. Eliza glanced at me, looking frazzled. “We have so much to do, and I’m running on coffee and sheer willpower. Please, let’s just get started before

you this,” I cleared my throat like I was about to propose, “Isabella

are such a weirdo. Of course!

Eliza, catching her eye. “And since having only one bridesmaid might be a little odd… would you be my

be honored. Just let me survive today, and I’ll be right

assistant approached, eyeing us with a professional smile. “How can I help you ladies

respect and recognition in her eyes as she

look like I was some kind of royalty.

way, ma’am.

aisle toward the racks of dresses. We were ushered

her hands together, her eyes wide with excitement. “Alright, let’s find the perfect one. With Grayson pulling all the strings, we need to make sure you stand out

my

off by the sudden change, there was something undeniably thrilling about the chaos. Isabella and Eliza seemed to sense it too, both

one more elaborate than the last Isabella kept snapping photos, offering commentary on each one with her usual sarcasm. Eliza, despite her earlier frazzled state, was in her element, adjusting veils, fluffing skirts, and giving feedback while still swiping across her phone like

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