The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 92

-Ava’s POV-

Thirty–three seconds.

I don’t know why I counted but that was how much time passed before her sharp gasp shattered the tense silence in the room. For a moment, no one moved. Not me, not the nurses–no one dared to breathe, as though the slightest sound might break whatever spell had taken hold. Then, slowly, Tessa’s wide, panicked eyes darted around the room, taking in the surroundings with frantic confusion.

I snapped out of my stunned state and immediately went to herde. My steps were hurried, but I forced myself to remain calm, professional even, as I leaned over her bed.

“Tessa?” I said gently, my voice steady despite the chaos of emotions raging inside me. “How do you

feel?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her trembling hands moved, brushing over her chest and arms as if confirming her own existence. Her eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of recognition and confusion swirling within them.

“I…I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice raspy. “I was… I”

Before she could finish, one of the nurses broke the silence, her voice trembling with awe. “It’s a miracle,” she murmured, her gaze shifting from Tessa to me, then to the machines that moments ago had signaled the end of a life.

The door swung open suddenly, and I turned just in time to see Mikayla standing in the doorway. Tears streamed down her face, and before anyone could stop her, she bolted into the room, throwing herself into her mother’s arms.

“You’re okay!” Mikayla sobbed, clutching Tessa as though she might disappear again at any moment. “You’re alive!” Tessa froze for a moment, her arms stiff at her sides, and then, as though understanding finally dawned, she wrapped her daughter in a tight embrace. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she murmured, “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

I watched the scene unfold, my chest tightening with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Finally, I turned to the nurses, who were still standing there, frozen in shock. I nodded to them, my voice calm but firm. “I can take it from here.”

They hesitated, exchanging bewildered glances before nodding and silently leaving the room. Their steps were hesitant, their gazes darting back to Tessa as though expecting her to vanish into thin air.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, Tessa’s confused voice broke through the lingering silence. “Dr. Pierce…how?”

I managed a small, reassuring smile. “Prayers must’ve been answered,” I said, keeping my tone light. It wasn’t entirely a lie. but the truth–Grayson’s ring and what it meant was something she didn’t need to know. Not now. Not ever.

–

I turned to Mikayla, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, I need to check on your mom’s vitals, okay?”

Mikayla hesitated, clearly reluctant to let go, but she nodded, stepping back just enough for me to move in closer. I grabbed the stethoscope from my pocket, slipping it around my neck as began my examination.

“Tessa,” I said, my tone gentle yet professional, “I need you to tell me how you’re feeling. Any pain? Dizziness? Trouble breathing?”

She shook her head slowly, her brow furrowed. “No… I feel fine. Better than I’ve felt in a long time, actually.” Her voice wavered, as though she didn’t entirely trust her own words. “But I don’t understand. L… I died.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine, but I kept my expression neutral. “You were in critical condition,” I said, my hands steady as I checked her pulse, which was surprisingly strong. “But your body seems to have recovered remarkably well Sometimes, the human body can surprise us.”

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out, grabbing mine. Her grip was firm, desperate. “No, Ava. I died. I remember..everything going dark. I was…gone. How am I

hesitated, searching for the right words. “What matters is that you’re here now,” I said softly, meeting her gaze. “And that you’re

“Is my mom really okay, Dr. Pierce!” she asked, her

her a reassuring smile. “She’s doing very well I said, my tone firm. “Her vitals are stable, and she’s responding

giving way to a cautious relief. “I don’t know how to thank you.” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I thought I’d never see

and Mikayla leaned into her, wrapping her arms around her mother once more. I busied

them a moment of privacy. But my mind raced, replaying the events of the

I finished my checks, I placed a comforting hand on Tessa’s shoulder. “You’re going to be okay,” I said softly. “Get

gratitude and lingering confusion. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For

quiet sobs and Tessa’s whispered reassurances followed me. I closed the door gently behind me, leaning against it for a moment

didn’t happen every day. But today, against all odds,

Thanks to him.

was standing near the edge of the wall, his hands buried in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Something about his

that had just happened. The fact that Tessa had actually come back to life–and from what I could tell, might even be healed–was almost too much to comprehend It made what he’d done, the sacrifice he’d made, feel so

had given up his chance at life to save a woman he didn’t even

whispered when I

to me, his expression unreadable,

I said, my voice

softly. “Don’t make it more than it needs to

more, and I wanted to tell him that. Before I could, he

of this,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I didn’t think was fair that I got an extra chance

all I could do was stare at him.

that

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think my heart

trying to steady the emotions swirling inside me. If I had known you could be this sweet,” I said

narrowing his eyes. “Don’t ever

with a very heartbroken teenager, but you changed that. And from the looks of it. I think she’s not just alive–she’s no longer sick. That’s going to take a lot of explaining, but I’ll figure it out.

shrugged, as if brushing off my gratitude, but I didn’t

said after a moment, “can we leave

me check on Tessa one last

thinking. I leaned in and kissed

instinctual, like my body knew what it needed before my mind could catch up. His lips were warm, soft, and for a moment,

back, Grayson’s eyes locked onto mine, a mixture

that,” I admitted softly, my cheeks