The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

-Grayson’s POV-

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The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth behind us. Ricardo’s gaze bore into me with the weight of his Alpha aura, daring me to waver, but I didn’t. I kept my expression as impassive as stone, refusing to show any hint of weakness or uncertainty.

This wasn’t just about my pride–it was about my pack, the real, my throne. Accepting an alliance with Ricardo was like inviting chaos into an already precarious situation. He was unpredictable, manipulative, and twisted in ways I couldn’t even begin to untangle.

But he was also right.

A war was coming.

And if it was anything like the one my wolf sensed, it wouldn’t just threaten my throne–it would burn everything to the ground.

“I’ll send the papers to make it official.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I braced for regret, expecting it to hit like a tidal wave. But it didn’t. Instead, I felt an odd clarity, even if it was laced with frustration. Aligning with Ricardo was the last thing I ever wanted, because I didn’t like him–probably never would–but there were too many things in my life that I’d sworn I’d never do, things that I never thought would happen to me.

Like Ava.

Yet here I was.

Her name was like a forbidden melody that played in my mind every time the reality of my situation crept in. I’d been working overtime to block thoughts of her, yet she found ways to invade my mind at the worst possible moments.

A sharp laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. Rickon threw his head back, the sound full of mockery and amusement. “And just like that, you lost it?”

Ricardo chuckled softly beside him, his expression smug. “The most unbelievable things happen to me. Truly, the stuff of legends.”

up alive in the first Ricardo to show This was exactly what I’d been dealing with for the last fifteen minutes since I made the declaration. I should’ve known ‘better than to put these two in the same room. Well, in my defense, I didn’t expect place.

Ricardo leaned back in his chair, completely at ease now. “Jerome, on the other hand, wasn’t so pleased, so I had to give him Anastasia for a week.”

The same Anastasia that Jerome had gone along this foolish plot for?

!

They shared the same woman?

“Who is Anastasia?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them, and the moment they did, I regretted it. I could physically feel both Ricardo and Rickon grinning, one from either side of me, as if I walked into some inside joke.

Ricardo was the first to respond, his smirk widening. “Anastasia my tiger. Jerome is rather fond of her, so we share her.” Then, he added with a knowing glint in his eye, “And yes, we do share women too, on occasion. I’d ask if you were

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much as looked at Ava. Poor Luca, may the goddess rest his

into fists under the table, but I kept my expression neutral. Giving Ricardo the satisfaction of a reaction was the last thing I

by the way?” he asked, his tone casual, but the

business, Rickon chimed in, clearly enjoying

to get Grayson’s attention. Let’s just say… it didn’t end well for Luca. Message received loud and clear: Ava

in my head, growing louder with every passing second until it drowned out everything else. I clenched my jaw, my temper snapping as I

my voice cutting through the air like a whip. “Just shut up. I don’t even know

one of your infamous glares or a dozen threats, but don’t you think it’s time you called her? Or at

froze. “It’s Ava’s birthday today?”

looking, both exasperated and amused. “No, it’s tomorrow. And she’s throwing a

estate. To celebrate

I didn’t like being blindsided. The irritation simmering beneath my skin

flinching. Don’t push this one on me. I’m not the one who

made me confront the truth I’d been avoiding. At first, distancing myself from Ava had been about protecting her. But after my encounter with Alaric, the fear of what I

came to Ava, I was always out

to fix this.

feet, intent on leaving immediately, with or without Rickon. But just as

not seriously planning to fly

a grand gesture,

in my tracks, turning back to face him

know nothing about women? It sounds like you’ve seriously fucked up, and you keep digging yourself deeper. You

right. You’ve already royally screwed up and a

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what?” I asked, already regretting

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his hands together. “You could start by groveling. Publicly.

you could serenade her. Picture it: Grayson the big bad Alpha King, standing

they were too busy laughing

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fingers as if he’d just had a brilliant idea. “How about a parade? A

stomach. “Don’t forget the flowers. Thousands of them. No, millions.

are idiots,” I snapped,

unwavering. “We’re just trying to

time, no amount of teasing or jokes would stop me. Without another word, I strode toward the door, my wolf urging me

laughing, but their voices faded

well enough to understand her better than I did. My chest felt tight as I waited for her to pick up, though I didn’t have to wait long. Isabella answered on

she muttered dryly, the sarcasm practically

a moment to steady myself before