The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Ava’s POV-

Number thirteen.

Number twenty–seven.

Number nine.

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That was the sequence in which Grayson had crossed off three more things on the list by the time the morning sunlight started creeping through the curtains. My brain was still struggling to wrap itself around the fact that, somehow, I had gone from a man I absolutely despised who refused to even touch me to being with someone who made every inch of my skin come alive.

Because that was what Grayson Blackwood did to me.

And even better? The surprising realization that Grayson Blackwood, the intense, brooding, no–nonsense man, was secretly… a cuddler.

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop me. It was like his subconscious recognized the shift in me because, even in sleep, he pulled me closer, his arms tightening possessively around my waist. My body protested slightly at the movement, a dull ache reminding me of the intensity of the night before. I winced faintly. I was absolutely certain I’d be sore for days–weeks, even–but it was completely worth it.

For someone who hadn’t done sex before me, he was incredible. Better than incredible, really. Every touch, every move, had felt like it was crafted just for me, like he somehow instinctively knew what I needed before I even realized it myself.

All I wanted to do was stay here forever, wrapped up in this moment, in him.

But of course, my wolf had other ideas.

She growled faintly, a low rumble in the back of my mind, pushing her usual nonsense again. I could feel her trying to plant ideas that didn’t make sense–couldn’t make sense. Grayson wasn’t my mate. All the facts pointed clearly to that fact. I had felt the mating bond with Dylan as clear as day even though she had not been present back then.

Still, she persisted.

I sighed internally, sending a sharp surge of irritation her way. Stop it, I thought, slamming a mental door in her face. Her growl deepened, annoyed, but I didn’t have the energy to entertain her right now. This wasn’t the time for her fantasies. I had made peace that he chose me and I wasn’t going to push for wanting him to be drained to be mine.

Grayson’s arms tightened again, as if he somehow knew my mind was trying to wander. Like he thought I might slip away if he didn’t hold on to me just a little bit tighter. The gesture sent a warmth blooming through my chest, and I shifted slightly, just enough to tilt my head so I could look at him.

Goddess, he was beautiful.

In sleep, his face was so peaceful, the usual sharp edges of his jaw and cheekbones softened by the relaxed stillness of rest. His thick, dark lashes fanned out against his cheeks, longer than any man’s had any right to be, and his lips–soft and slightly parted–looked impossibly gentle compared to how commanding they’d felt the night before.

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mine. He stirred slightly, his brows twitching faintly, but he didn’t wake. A soft sound escaped him, a quiet hurn of contentment, and

detail. The way his chest rose and fell steadily beneath the sheets. The slight scruff along his

of course, my phone

through the serene quiet, making me jump slightly. Grayson groaned, his

he muttered, his voice low and gravelly

softly, amused by how adamantly he refused to let me move. “Grayson-”

he cut me off, pulling me back against his chest with non surprising

against his chest. But then, as if the universe was determined to test his patience,

somewhere between a growl and a sigh, burying his face against my hair. “If I crush your phone, will you

softly, shaking my head. “You

just enough to look at me, his dark eyes still heavy with sleep but full of something that made my heart skip. “Try me,”

finally stopped ringing, he exhaled in relief, his grip loosening slightly but

he asked suddenly, his voice softer now, his

question caught me off guard for a moment, the genuine concern in his tone making my cheeks flush. “I’m…” I hesitated, my body reminding

crossing

chest to stop him before he could spiral into some kind

intense and unreadable, like he was trying to figure out if I was being honest.

you do to me,” he murmured, his

leaning into his touch. “I think I have a pretty

away. Nothing else mattered.

I whispered after a while, my voice barely

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