The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 94

-Ava’s POV-

The moment Grayson told me about the attack, I texted Isabella. Rickon was the target this time, and from the panic in Isabella’s reply, I knew she was already on her way to his house. That alone told me how bad things were.

Unrelated to the current chaos, I made a mental note: *Play matchmaker.* Isabella and Rickon were practically made for each other–if only they could see it. As confident as Isabella liked to appear, deep down, she was a hopeless romantic who longed for a true mate bond. Maybe it was my duty to nudge fate in the right direction. And fate being Rickon. She hated womanizers so he needed to learn how not to project that that was who he was.

We arrived at Rickon’s mansion, and I had to stifle a groan. Why do all the Alphas get the mansions? Seriously, was it writte into some unspoken rule that power had to come with sprawling estates?

Before I could dwell on the injustice of it all, Grayson took my hand and led me inside. The warmth of his grip made it impossible not to smile, even as I reminded myself that this wasn’t the time for inappropriate grins. This was serious.

As we walked through the grand hall, heads bowed respectfully in Grayson’s direction. He pulled me a little closer, and my stomach fluttered despite the gravity of the situation.

Focus, Ava. Serious situation, remember?

But the smile slipped from my face entirely when we stepped into the living room. Rickon sat on the couch, covered in bruises, arguing with Isabella, who was pressing an ice pack to his arm.

“I told you, I’ll heal on my own!” Rickon groaned, shifting uncomfortably.

“And I told you,” Isabella snapped, her glare sharp enough to make even Rickon flinch, “that until then, this will help with the pain. But if you don’t want my help-” She tossed the ice pack at his leg, making him wince.

“My whole body hurts!” Rickon protested.

“Which is why I told you to use the ice pack in the first place!”

I glanced at Grayson, unsure if we should intervene. “Should we step in?”

Grayson surprised me with his response. “Is that what we look like when we argue?”

I laughed, unable to help myself. “No, that’s what I look like. Rickon seems to enjoy the banter. You, on the other hand, always look like you’re five seconds away from committing murder.”

Grayson’s lip twitched, almost as if he wanted to smile. I nudged his hand playfully. “Don’t worry, I’ve decided to put up with it.”

Without waiting for a response, I moved toward Rickon and Isabella. “Rickon, I’m really glad you’re okay” Then I turned to Isabella, grinning. “And there she is my favorite best friend who somehow magically reappeared here first.”

Isabella glared at me, narrowing her eyes.

“Now you see how annoying you are when you

do that.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but Grayson stepped forward, cutting her off. “Why did you call me here?”

Okay, clearly someone needed a lesson in compassion. I sighed. What Grayson meant to say was that he’s glad you survived the attack, and now he would like to know why you asked him to come. Right, Grayson?”

Grayson

shot me a glare, his default reaction whenever I spoke for him, but then his expression softened. He sighed. “Yes.”

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hurts like hell right now, but this is so for the day I finally made Grayson

finish that sentence,” Grayson warned,

pushed himself to his feet, grimacing Come

fixing us both with a stern look. “I was talking to

mouth to protest, but Grayson’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Stay

disappeared down the hall.

me.

replied, though even I could hear

of doing as you are told

“But-”

she snapped, already moving

to my feet.

was even larger than I’d realized. “This place is huge,” I whispered as we tiptoed

and their oversized egos

was just attacked, and you still

at me, her cheeks tinged

door left slightly ajar. Rickon’s voice

about

for me to stop. We pressed ourselves against

to catch three of them this time. Two killed themselves before we could question them. The

the thought. Isabella’s grip on my arm tightened, and I could feel

of?” Rickon continued, his voice heavy. “What’s this person offering–or threatening–that

swallowed hard and whispered to Isabella, “Maybe we shouldn’t be

two do realize we have werewolf

leapt into my throat as Isabella and I exchanged

in a silent curse. Before I could scramble for an

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staring down at us.

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and mild exasperation. Rickon, on the other han looked

drawled, folding his arms across his chest. “This is what you two decided to do?

my jeans in an effort to appear composed. “We weren’t sneaking,” said quickly, though

shifting to Isabella, who still hadn’t moved from her crouched

huffed and stood, her chin tilted defiantly. “We were… looking

voice low and commanding. “Enough.” His eyes locked or mine, and for a moment, I forgot how

hard.

Grayson said, his tone leaving no room

eye. A glimmer of movement beyond the two men, behind the mirrored glass in the room they had been

I froze.

of Rickon’s and Grayson’s glares, but because of the

Blood.

So much blood.