The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

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Chapter 67

-Ava’s POV-

I glared at the sleek, black car parked out front, grinding my tech as I felt my irritation flare up. Just seeing it there, polished to perfection, was enough to set me off again. This entire situation was ridiculous. I was already so pissed at fsabella and Grayson had just managed to take my already foul mood and twist it into something darker.

“Wow, the car must have really pissed you off,” Mikayla’s voice came from beside me, her tone light with a mischievous smile that made me roll my eyes.

I sighed, shaking my head. “It’s not the car, Mikayla. It’s the person who sent it.”

“The billionaire?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling him that I crossed my arms, my voice laced with frustration. “Yes, he’s the one I’m mad at. And now I’m even more pissed because he’s throwing his money in my face, like that’s supposed to make everything better.”

Mikayla sighed dreamily, clearly unfazed by my frustration. “I wish someone would apologize to me with a car. I’d marry him right on the spot.

If only she knew the half of it. My mind raced back to the way he’d orchestrated this little spectacle, leaving strict orders with my supervisor to march me out here and deliver the smug message: Your husband says he doesn’t like you taking cabs, so here’s your new car. The way my supervisor had looked at me like he was terrified, like Grayson had threatened him within an inch of his life–made my blood boil even more.

“Are you keeping the car?” Mikayla’s voice jolted me back to the present, and I turned to glare at her.

“Of course

e not.”

“So can I have it?” She grinned, clearly enjoying this

“No”

She laughed, unfazed by my glare. “It was worth a shot. So, you’re sure you don’t want anything to do with the car or, you know, anything that might be on or in it?”

I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. “Yes, Mikayla. I’m going to call and have them take it back. I’m not interested in whatever stunt he’s trying to pull.”

“Okay, then you won’t mind if I take this note I found stuck between the doors.” She held up a folded piece of paper with a glint of triumph in her eyes

1 blinked, my annoyance flaring again. “What note?”

with it.” She unfolded

reading in a mockingly serious tone, “Kings do not

the note from her hand before she could finish. She laughed, clearly enjoying the

are narcissists, huh? Lucky you, Dr.

to laugh despite my frustration. “I would ground you

waved at me dismissively, strolling off with

“See you on the other

Chapter 67

the note over in my hands, feeling its weight grow heavier. For a moment, at felt like it was launing a hole in my palin, a symbol of everything I didn’t want to face, Without thinking. I tucked it into my pocket and

door, Isabella was waiting for metting comfortably in one of the chairs like she owned the place.

chirped, flashing me a wide

smile at

Lilian. You know I hate it when you call me by

to my desk, putting as much distance between us as I could. “Do you have an appointment or

into a glare. “Really? You’re going to be this petty about

arms.

hundred times! I even sent a million texts last night and this morning apologizing! What more do you want from me? Fine, look–peace offering” She pulled

the container and

“No it’s not

I replied, rolling my eyes, “I know you hate hospitals. They make you anxious,

huff. “Okay, fine. It is empty. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m really sorry, Lilian. I didn’t tell you because I was embarrassed and didn’t want to add

don’t know what I was thinking. And then to find out he’s my mate! The man’s slept with half the city. Lilian. I don’t. I don’t want him. But

the vulnerability she rarely showed. Despite my lingering annoyance, I felt myself softening. “Fine,” I said,

beamed. “Really? You forgive

“Yes, Bels.”

raised her hands in mock victory.

such a child,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. Then, turning more serious, I added, “So you’re really not going to see anything through with Rickon I don’t know him well, but he doesn’t seem like a bad person.

I’d believe that if you hadn’t ended up with someone as awful

sigh. “Fair point. But still, maybe you should think it over. Get to know him a little, past his.. reputation. He might surprise you and I’m still wondering why you didn’t feel the connection when you first met

know. I think we’re both too closed–off. Maybe it took… intimacy for the bond to actually awaken. She paused, biting her lip. “It was great sex. But he’s still

my head, amused. “So..