The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 111

-Ava’s POV-

A triumphant smile tugged at my lips as I observed Jeremy pacing anxiously outside the restaurant. From our concealed vantage point, I could tell he had made the call.

“You know, you don’t have to look so smug,” Isabella remarked, rolling her eyes beside me. “It was my newly acquired, albeit stalkerish, skills that led us here.”

“Thank you, Bels. Whatever would I do without you?” I replied, matching her eye roll.

“I can hear the sarcasm in your tone, Lilian, but because I love you, I’ll choose to ignore it.” Her gaze shifted to the corner where Ivan and two other men were hidden in the shadows, awaiting my command. “I bet you $20 he wants to see what’s under that sweater you’re wearing. Hold on a minute, why are you wearing a freaking sweater on a stakeout mission?”

“Firstly, because it’s cold. Secondly, who wants to see what’s under my very comfortable sweater?”

She rolled her eyes again, Ian over there. Did you see how quickly he jumped to assist when you asked for help?”

“He offered because I am his Luna, and he wants to get into my good graces.”

“Or get into your pants,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

I swatted her hand. “Knock it off. He’s one of Grayson’s men. Stop saying nonsense. He’s acting out of respect. Now, if you’d just keep quiet so I can focus on the mission, that would be great

“Scary threatening man from the alley should hurry the hell up, Isabella muttered, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s getting really cold.”

“Maybe you

should have worn a sweater,” I murmured under my breath.

She glared at me.

“Shut up,

Lilian.”

and I laughed even harder. Our mirth was interrupted when Jeremy ceased his pacing. I was about to comment when a black car screeched to a halt in front of him. Everything happened so fast.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

from the shadows. “We have to follow

into the back seat, urgency propelling our movements. My wolf growled in my mind, a low rumble of discontent. Was it disappointment or frustration? I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that my plan had backfired

be something I’m not. I should have approached

Isabella, who offered a faint, reassuring smile. “He’ll be okay, and this isn’t on you. You

road ahead, where the car containing Jeremy sped away. Ian’s sudden curse broke the tense

is it?” I asked, my voice edged with

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we’re following them,” Ian replied, his grip tightening on the steering

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narrow alley. Ian accelerated, tires screeching as we pursued to keep pace with the kidnappers, and as he did, the cityscape blurted

the rapid thrum of the car’s pistons, each beat

beside me, clutched the edge of her seat, her knuckles white. Yet, a glint of excitement danced in her eyes. “This just got a whole lot more interesting,” she remarked, a wry smile tugging at

no room for amusement. “Focus, Bels. Lives are on the line.” Ian’s voice cut through the tension. “Hold on,” he warned, his tone a blend of determination and urgency.

executed a sharp turn, the car fishtailing as it veered onto a narrower street. The sudden maneuver threw me against the door, the seatbelt biting into my shoulder. I caught a glimpse of the kidnappers‘ vehicle

narrowly avoiding collisions as horns blared in protest. Pedestrians on the sidewalks turned their heads, faces painted with shock

us,” Ian muttered, his grip on the steering wheel

dimly lit industrial road. Ian followed without hesitation, the tires skidding as they

kidnappers‘ vehicle braked hard, skidding to a halt Before we could react, they reversed at high speed,

Ivan shouted.

before coming to a stop. The kidnappers‘

Ivan slammed his fist against

“This is not good. Not good at all. We need to get back to the estate and find

let out a huff. So much for

her to let Jeremy walk out of this alive. It didn’t matter that I hardly knew him or that he had tried to sell us out; using people was not who I was. Now, I just had to find Grayson and

after ignoring him for a whole week made