The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 80

-Ava’s POV

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched in horror. Grayson’s hand was pressed firmly against Dylan’s chest, claws beginning to pierce skin. Dylan writhed beneath him, his mouth open in a silent scream, his arms flailing weakly against Grayson’s unyielding strength. Blood began to seep around Grayson’s claws, staining Dylan’s shirt and dripping onto the floor below.

The sight snapped me out of my paralysis.

“Grayson!” I screamed, the sound cutting through the suffocating tension in the room. My voice was raw, desperate, and trembling under the weight of everything I felt. “Stop!”

Grayson froze, his head snapping toward me. His eyes, wild and filled with fury, locked onto mine. For a terrifying moment, I wasn’t sure if he recognized me–or if he even cared. The rage in his expression was animalistic, cold, and unrelenting. My breath caught in my throat as I met his gaze.

“Please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper now. “That’s enough.”

For what felt like an eternity, Grayson didn’t move. His claws remained embedded in Dylan’s chest, and I thought I might have been too late. Then, slowly, he withdrew his hand. Dylan collapsed to the ground in a motionless heap, gasping weakly as blood pooled beneath him.

Grayson rose to his full height, his breathing heavy and controlled, his body still taut with the remnants of his anger. He didn’t spare Dylan another glance. Instead, his focus shifted to Rickon, who was leaning casually against his desk, watching the chaos with an unsettling smirk, as if thoroughly enjoying the destruction around him.

Grayson’s voice, low and dangerous, cut through the silence. “You seal this alliance with him, you can consider your alliance with me done.”

Rickon’s smirk faltered for just a second before returning, but Grayson had already turned away. He crossed the room with purpose,

his hand finding mine in a firm grip. Without a word, le began to pull me toward the door. I stumbled after him, too stunned to resist.

Behind us, Isabella’s voice rang out, sharp and accusatory. “This is all your fault, Rickon!”

Then, softer but no less biting, she added, “Bye, Lillian.”

I didn’t look back. Grayson’s hold on me was unrelenting, his pace swift as we exited the office. People stared as we passed, their eyes wide with shock, but no one dared to intervene. My mind raced, wondering why no one had stepped in during the fight, but before I could piece it together, we were outside in the parking lot

Grayson stopped abruptly next to a sleek black car and opened the passenger door. His voice was cold and commanding as he ordered, “Get in.”

my feet firmly on the ground, crossing my

me, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

storm of emotions raging inside me. “I’m not getting in. I refuse to keep doing this with you. One moment, you act like you care, and the next, you shut me out completely. Then you defend me like I’m the most important thing in the world, only

for moment that he might force me into the car. But then, just as suddenly, the fire in his gaze dimmed. He let out

of its usual edge. He

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door.

he turned on the engine. But he didn’t drive off. Minutes passed, the humn of the car’s motor filling the tense silence, and still, he didn’t

the car, opened the passenger door, and climbed in,

car into gear and began to drive,

As

wave. My chest tightened. and I turned my face toward

His voice was low and controlled, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability I hadn’t heard before. “Are we going to talk

cars. “So you can humiliate me even more than I already

a long sigh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “No,” he said quietly.

surprised me, but I didn’t respond. I

you in a way I can’t explain. You’re not my fated mate, but the pull is so intense….” His voice trailed off, the weight of his admission hanging heavily in the air. “If I hadn’t stopped myself,

territorial, and their bonds were sacred. For his

us stretched, the hum of the car engine the only sound. My thoughts spun wildly, trying to make sense of what he’d said. Finally, I let out a long, shaky sigh, my voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we should just

it?” and

jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t say anything, but his silence spoke volumes. For

with each passing mile, the tendon suffocating. I tapped my foot nervously against the floor, desperate for a distraction, and then, without

by the abrupt change in topic, “No,” he

onto the conversation like a lifeline. “They have to be. I mean, werewolves exist, witches exist. Why not vampires? There’s probably some blood–sucking human out there right now.” I tilted my head, feigning thoughtfulness. “I wonder if they chant blood, blood, blood‘