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?”

Pierce. You said you didn’t want anything to do with it.” She unfolded the

and started reading in a mockingly serious tone,

from her hand before she

narcissists, huh? Lucky you, Dr. Pierce,

narrowed my eyes at her, fighting the urge to laugh despite my frustration. “I would ground you if

can’t.” She waved at me

you on

Chapter 67

a hole in my palin, a symbol of everything I didn’t want to face, Without thinking.

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

she chirped, flashing me a

her to smile at me

I hate it when you call

distance between us as I could. “Do you have an appointment

shifting into a glare.

my chair, crossing my arms. “I have no

hands up in exasperation. “I’ve said I’m sorry like a hundred times! I even sent a million texts last night and this morning apologizing! What more do

and raised an

“No it’s not

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

as she let out a small, defeated huff. “Okay, fine. It is empty. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m really sorry, Lilian.

sorry. thing with Rickon… I was mortified. I ended up as one of his flings, and I 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

her face, taking in her expression, the vulnerability she rarely showed. Despite my lingering annoyance, I felt myself softening. “Fine,” I said, sighing. “You know I can’t stay mad

“Really? You

“Yes, Bels.”

in

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

scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Maybe I’d believe that if you

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

don’t know. I think we’re both too closed–off. Maybe it took… intimacy for the bond to

amused. “So.. any