The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Ava’s POV-

Dylan had never kissed me. Not even on the day of our mating ceremony. That day, he had simply marked me–it was cold

and forced, a reminder of what fate demanded rather than what And now, here he was, his lips on mine, and for

one horrifying second, I froze in shock. Then the disgust hit me like a tidal wave. I tried to push him away, my hands shoving at his chest, but his grip tightened.

Before I could do more, the decision was taken from me.

A flash of motion blurred past, and suddenly, Dylan was ripped away. I stumbled, falling hard to the ground as his hold broke. My eyes darted up just in time to see him flying through the air before crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud. The sound echoed in the grand hall, silencing every conversation. Gasps erupted from the crowd, their collective

down on me.. shock a tangible force that seemed to press

The room’s atmosphere shifted instantly. The air grew heavier, colder, as Grayson’s fury took over. It was so intense, so raw, that it felt like the walls themselves were trembling.

Scrambling to my feet, my heart pounded wildly. Crystal’s shrill scream cut through the silence, grating against my ears as she ran to Dylan’s crumpled form. My gaze snapped to Grayson, who was already advancing toward Dylan with deadly intent. His expression was terrifying, his anger so palpable that it seemed to ripple through the space, choking the air from the room.

“Grayson, stop!” I shouted, throwing myself between him and Dylan. My hands were outstretched, a futile barrier between the unstoppable force Grayson had become and Dylan, who still hadn’t moved.

“Get out of my way, Ava,” Grayson growled, his voice low and lethal..

“No.” I stood my ground, trembling but firm.

Behind me, Crystal shrieked again. “Dylan’s bleeding! Someone do something!”

Grayson

eyes were stormy dark with unrelenting rage. “Step aside,” he commanded, his tone sharp enough to

step aside!” Isabella’s voice rang out, her tone laced with vindictive

whipped my head toward her, glaring daggers, before turning back to Grayson. My voice softened, pleading now. “Grayson, please. Don’t do this. Not

Instead, it shifted, snapping directly at me. “Why?” he demanded. “Why

defending him,” I said quietly. “But this isn’t the place. Let’s just go outside. Please.”

and hysteria laced into every word. “He’s bleeding out! Someone help him!” I turned instinctively, my body moving toward Dylan, but before I could take another step, Grayson’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful. His eyes

least of his problems,” he said, his voice as sharp as steel, “then you’ll come with me. Now.”

stares on me. My mind raced. I glanced at Isabella, her smug annoyance etched clearly on her face, then at Eliza, who looked genuinely worried. Finally, my eyes

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Chapter 146

psychic presence brush

calm. ‘Go.

the background as I made my decision. I looked at Dylan, broken bricks Jeanered around him, and then back

slowly, my hands trembling as I reached for his. Ilis gp was firm, steady, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside me. Without a word, I led him

didn’t ease the heaviness in my chest. I dropped his hand and turned to face him. My voice came out

me,” I said, the words catching in

into rigid knots at his sides. His eyes burned with a fury that hadn’t yet subsided. I could see it in the way his shoulders

steady

urged, my voice

a

closer, his towering frame casting. overwhelming, suffocating even, but not because I feared him–because I feared what he

away with touching you. He’s going to pay for that.

match, we’d be right back where we started–spinning in circles, throwing accusations, and never finding a way forward. I was

replied, my voice firm but quiet. “And you know it. You lied to me, shut me out completely. But you came back, and I’m still standing here, willing to let it go.” My voice cracked, but I pushed on. “This isn’t about Dylan. This isn’t me defending him. This is me asking you to stop spilling blood when you don’t have to. Please, Grayson. Just…

weight of my words settled over him. His chest rose and fell as he wrestled with his emotions, the internal battle playing out

met mine again, they were softer, tinged with regret. He stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and reached for me. I didn’t fight it. His hand tilted my face up, his touch warm

out a shaky sigh before kissing him back. It was soft, fleeting, but enough to ease some of the tension