The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 133

-Ava’s POV-

The exact location of the plane had been found–some isolated island that wasn’t even on the map. Two bodies had been recovered, but neither of them was Rickon or Grayson. I held my breath as Liam told me the details. The search teams confirmed Rickon had been on the flight with him, but neither of them had been sighted. Still, something deep in my bones told me Grayson was alive. It was inexplicable, but the connection I felt to him was too strong to be wrong.

The only problem was this nagging feeling–a premonition of sorts–that something bad was about to happen. But with the hints that the Fearsome Threesome had been dropping I couldn’t tell if the looming danger was directed at me or Grayson.

I just wanted him to be found and brought home.

Home.

Still all I did was sit calm, waiting for the news I so desperately wanted to hear.

Isabella on the other hand? Not so much.

“I cannot believe he would do this,” she snapped after fifteen minutes of silent pacing. “I seriously cannot believe it.”

“They didn’t find their bodies,” I replied calmly, though the pit in my stomach churned. “That means they’re alive. They probably just moved from the crash site.”

Or they both obliterated mid–air,” she huffed, flopping down onto my bed. Her hair spilled around her like a fiery halo. “Why did I have to be mates with someone as troublesome as Rickon? Why couldn’t I be mated to a caterer or a painter or someone less… chaotic?”

I laid down next to her, our heads almost touching as we stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t know why, but I can feel that Grayson is alive.”

“Well, I can’t feel anything except rage,” she muttered. “But I do know one thing–I’m going to throttle Rickon when he makes it back.”

“When he makes it back, Bels. They’ll find them.” I turned my head to look at her. “Your story with Rickon hasn’t even begun yet. Maybe when he comes back, you’ll let yourself write the first chapters.”

She let out a sigh, heavy with apprehension. “It’s just so complicated, Lilian. I feel like if I give into the pull, I’m setting myself up for heartbreak. And you know how bad I handle heartbreak. If it happens with my fated mate, my happy ending will just feel like it’s-”

“Over,” I finished for her, and she nodded.

Silence stretched between us, the weight of our thoughts filling the space. Finally, I spoke again, “I didn’t exactly luck out with my own fated mate, even though I thought he would be my happily ever after. But then I met Grayson, and I‘

felt for anyone what I feel for him.”

“That’s the problem, Lilian,” she said softly. “I want to feel what you feel… but for my fated mate, not someone else.”

never

should give it a shot,” I urged her. “If it doesn’t work out, take it from me–there’s hope for something better. Even if it means bringing so much chaos into his life.” The last part was more for myself, and I muttered it

narrowing. “What are you talking about

Eliza. Ever since I met Grayson, I’ve disrupted his life. I’m the

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made him less of a monster whispered about and more of a man. Why are you letting

words settling/over me like a balm. “Yo,,

think that’s true?”

good for him. And if you hadn’t already found that jerk of a mate, I’d swear

made me

irritated. “So, you believe her and not me?” she

my

mind.

the sound making Isabella raise an eyebrow. “It’s my wolf,” I explained. “She’s

be found. I just hope

up as well. “I’ll raid his bar and

I was thinking we go check the hall set–up

ran a hand through her hair. “For a moment, I completely forgot about that.”

or work?”

“Both.” She grinned.

grabbing my phone. “Let’s go.”

a moment. Brushing it off, I

hand to Isabella, I pulled her off the

with precision, decorating every corner with a stunning display of elegance. Chandeliers glimmered, draped in crystal strands. Tables were set with intricate arrangements of white lilies and gold accents.

voicing my

I said, unable to tear my eyes

Isabella turned to me. “How are we going to afford food and everything else that comes with a ball? My budget’s tight, and I doubt your parents are suddenly feeling generous

made me work and earn my keep when I was still following their wishes. Now that I’ve ‘become unhinged, as my mother puts it? Not even close to

can happen,