The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

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Chapter 75

– Ava’s POV-

The pain was sudden, an intense wave that seemed to crush my hest, forcing a scream out of me. I doubled over, clutching my chest, scrambling backward in a desperate attempt to escape the agony,

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” I muttered, my voice a shaky whisper. “It’s all just in my head.”

But my words were drowned by the sinister laugh of my look–alike. She stood above me, her eyes dark, lips curled into at smile that chilled me to the bone. Her laugh echoed, taunting, filling my mind with doubt. “How about I show you just how real the pain can get!” she sneered, lifting her hand to strike me again. I braced for it, knowing that whatever I felt next would be even worse.

Then, suddenly, a deep, furious growl sounded from behind me A blur of white fur leapt past, colliding and knocking her to the ground. She vanished into thin air as if she’d never been there.

with my look–alike

I blinked, the pain lingering but beginning to fade. My whole body trembled as I slowly looked up, my eyes widening in disbelief.

She was there.

She existed.

A massive white wolf, her fur gleaming and streaked with subtle hints of gold. She was majestic, breathtakingly beautiful, with an otherworldly aura that made it impossible to look away. Her eyes, a deep ember, glowed as they focused on me with an intensity that both mesmerized and terrified me. I wanted to say something–anything–to break the silence between us “Hello? Thank you maybe? But no words came out. I could only stare, transfixed.

Suddenly, she took a step toward me, then another, her gaze locked onto mine. My heart pounded as she came closer, her enormous frame overwhelming. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever might come next, but there was nothing. No impact, no feeling of her presence at all. When I opened my eyes again, she was gone.

I gasped, sitting up in a strange bed, my vision swimming as I tried to orient myself. Dark walls, heavy furniture, a coldness that seemed to seep into the air around me. I glanced around, feeling a prickle of unease before my eyes landed on him.

Grayson was slouched on the small sofa across from me, asleep. The sofa was far too small for him; his long form was twisted awkwardly as he tried to fit. He wore sweatpants and a loose shirt, an unfamiliar look for someone who was usually

put together, always in suits that seemed to amplify his cold, untouchable aura. Now, as he slept, his face was relaxed, free of the usual sharpness that kept everyone at a distance. In that moment, Grayson Blackwood didn’t look intimidating or cold. He just looked… human. Vulnerable, even.

A strange warmth settled in my chest as I watched him, realizing that beneath all the layers of his cold demeanor, he carried a weight that few could see–a quiet pain he seemed determined to keep hidden. The urge to reach out, to somehow reassure him that he didn’t have to carry it alone, rose within me But I quickly pushed the thought away. Whatever these feelings were, they would only complicate things.

bottle Urat I didn’t know what was in it. breathing it in. The scent was

Ava.

the white wolf

there was only silence. I finished up and headed back out, but I stopped in my

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eyes met, an unspoken tension filled

how long I had been out. “Uh

he replied, his gaze

“Thank you. And… thank you for bringing me back. I should go to my room so you

bed.”

steady. “I don’t mind if you

the small, uncomfortable sofa he’d been curled up on. “You looked… cramped on

his expression unreadable. “Just go back to

quiet insistence, and for some reason, I found myself listening. I slid back under the covers, but even as I lay there, I

close

lay still, hyper–aware of every sound, every movement, the fact that he was so yet out of reach. Minutes passed in silence before I found myself speaking,

and I could feel his

cheeks burned as I noticed his shirt was slightly see–through, the low–slung sweatpants revealing just enough to make my mind wander places it shouldn’t. He placed the pillows down between us, climbed into the

“Now sleep,” he murmured..

every sense heightened, feeling his presence so strongly it was as if he

minutes, I whispered, “Are

“No.”

heavy

to talk about anything?” I hesitated, then added, “Like.. your

“No.”

he asked different question. “You want to talk

“No,” I replied.

tired.” His voice softened just a bit, “Your uneven breathing isn’t helping” A flicker of surprise went through me. Grayson…. tired? It was hard to imagine him anything