The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 160

-Ava’s POV-

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I tensed immediately, my entire body stiffening as if every nerve had been exposed to ice. My eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just us. Everything about him screamed power. Not the kind that commanded attention politely, but the kind that left destruction in its wake if you dared look away.

He carried it so easily, so naturally, it felt unnatural. Like a prédator who knew no one in the room could challenge him. His tailored suit clung to his lean frame perfectly, the sharp cut emphasizing his precision and ruthlessness. His jet–black hair was the energy he radiated. was slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. But it wasn’t just his appearance—it was the Raw. Untamed. Dangerous.

Then there were his eyes. Goddess, those eyes. They weren’t just dark–they were fathomless pits of cunning and cruelty, gleaming with a twisted intelligence. But beneath that, there was something even darker. Something unhinged.

“!” Isabella’s voice broke the tense silence like a ray of sunlight cutting through a storm. She practically squealed with excitement, bounding toward Rickon with an energy that was impossible to fake.

She ignored what he said throwing herself into his arms, the pure joy radiating off her so strongly I could almost feel it. Rickon, his ever–composed demeanor softening for her, whispered something in her ear that made her blush fiercely. Her happiness was infectious. Almost.

I smiled despite myself. She deserved this–deserved to be this happy. But the warmth of that moment dissipated like smoke when I felt his gaze land on me and I remembered he was standing there.Ricardo.

The name echoed in my mind like a warning bell as I turned to meet his piercing eyes. My wolf growled low, deep in my

at me to run,

he was in on a joke the rest of us couldn’t even begin to understand. Rickon and Isabella were in their own world, completely oblivious to the tension that now crackled in the air. And Ricardo?

meet the woman who captured the stoic king’s heart,” he said, his voice smooth, his

finally meet the asshole who had me kidnapped,” I

di te si accenda. Mi piace.” (“Oh, you finally let

decipher his words, his intentions. What the

be dead?“)

dovresti essere morto?” I asked bluntly, my tone cutting like a blade. (“Shouldn’t you

and yet… there was something hypnotic about it. Something that kept me rooted in place even as

he reached out and plucked the glass from my hand.

una donna dalle molte lingue.” (“I almost

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flicked over me, not in the way that made my skin crawl but like he was trying to read me, dissect me. The audacity of it

a woman of many talents, I suppose. Pour me a

vorrai essere qui quando arriverà

“Hai trovato il coraggio. Impressionante. Sembra che tu e Grayson yi stiate influenzando a vicenda nel modo giusto. L’ultima volta che ti ho visto, eri tutta cenni di assenso e sorrisi, d’accordo con gli ordini dei tuoi genitori.” (“You’ve found courage.

What?