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.”

when a black car screeched to a halt in front of him. Everything happened so fast. Two men emerged; one placed a bag over Jeremy’s head, and they swiftly bundled him into the car

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

to my feet as Ivan and the other two men emerged from the shadows. “We have to follow that car.

Ian’s car. We slid 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

I’m not. I should have approached Jeremy directly,

my trembling hand drew me from my thoughts. I turned to Isabella, who offered a faint, reassuring smile. “He’ll be okay, and this

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

it?” I asked, my voice edged with

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think they know we’re following them,” Ian replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

car

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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 past

pounded in sync with the rapid thrum of the car’s

seated 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

for amusement. “Focus, Bels. Lives are on the line.” Ian’s voice cut through the tension. “Hold on,”

street. The sudden maneuver threw me against the door,

intensified. We weaved through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions as horns blared in protest. Pedestrians on the sidewalks turned their heads, faces painted with shock and

trying to lose us,” Ian muttered, his grip on

hesitation, the tires skidding as they fought for traction. The surroundings grew desolate, warehouses casting long shadows

halt Before we could react, they reversed at high speed, aiming directly

yourselves!” Ivan

coming to a stop. The kidnappers‘ car sped off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the maze of

fist against the steering wheel.

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

against the seat, I let out a huff. So much for handling

walk out of this alive. It didn’t matter that I hardly knew him or that he

ignoring him for a whole week made my stomach churn.