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.”

on the ground, crossing my

toward me, his

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

into the car. But then, just as suddenly, the fire in his gaze dimmed. He let out a slow, measured breath and

his voice devoid of its usual edge. He climbed into the

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door.

passed, the humn of the car’s motor filling the tense silence, and still, he didn’t move It was as if he

in, slamming it shut behind me. “I don’t want to talk to you,” I muttered,

gear and began to drive, the silence

As

chest tightened. and I turned my face toward the glass, trying to steady my breathing. The tension was unbearable, and I

an undercurrent of vulnerability I hadn’t heard before. “Are

cars. “So you can humiliate

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

I waited, unsure of

intense….” His voice trailed off, the weight of his admission hanging heavily in

as his words settled over me Wolves were fiercely territorial, and their bonds were sacred. For his wolf to feel such an attachment to me–someone who wasn’t his fated

what he’d said. Finally, I let out a long, shaky sigh, my

and hurt.

didn’t say anything, but his silence spoke volumes. For the first time, I thought I saw

mile, the tendon suffocating. I tapped my foot nervously against the floor, desperate for a

startled by the abrupt change in topic,

Why not vampires? There’s probably some blood–sucking human