The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 174

Ava’s POV

Grayson died.

For eight agonizing seconds, his chest was still, his breath completely gone. My world stopped with him. And then, on the ninth second, his chest rose again, faint but alive. Relief hit me like a wave, but it was fleeting, swallowed almost instantly by the chaos around me..

I don’t remember much of what happened next. Everything blurred. Hands pulled him from me, voices shouted orders, and I barely registered the sight of his body being placed on a stretcher and rushed inside.

I had thought of my father because had saved lives before in ways that felt almost miraculous. Despite his flaws–his coldness, his disdain for Grayson–I knew one thing with certainty: he would never turn a patient away, no matter who they

were.

I stumbled out of the car, my legs unsteady, my mind reeling. Somehow, I followed the stretcher into the hospital, but when they wheeled him into the operating theater, I stopped. As much as I wanted to run in after him, I knew better. I might be consumed by fear right now, but I was still a doctor. I knew that crossing that line would only waste time.

The doors swung shut with a finality that made my chest tighten. I caught a brief glimpse of my father’s face as he entered the room–calm, focused, and professional. That was all I needed to see.

The strength in my legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, leaning back against the cold, unforgiving wall.

Why was this happening?

We were happy. Just a few hours ago, we were happy.

Why did I ask him to take me to that carnival?

A choked sob escaped my lips, and I buried my face in my hands. I couldn’t stop the tears. They came fast and hard, shaking my whole body as I sat there on the cold, sterile floor..

“Please,” I whispered, closing my eyes tightly, my voice breaking. “Please, Moon Goddess, don’t let him die. I’ll do anything. Just don’t take him from me.”

I didn’t know how long I sat there, consumed by my fear and guilt, when a voice finally broke through the haze.

“Mrs. Blackwood?”

I looked up, my vision blurry from the tears. A nurse was standing in front of me, one I didn’t know from the time I had spent working here, her expression soft but professional. Her badge read “Rachel,” and her scrubs were already stained from the rush to stabilize Grayson.

my voice

come with me,” she said gently. “We’ve moved him into the operating theater, and Dr. Pierce–I mean your father–is leading the surgery. It’ll be a while before we have an update, but you shouldn’t stay here on the

whispered, shaking my head. “I

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to help him from here,” she interrupted softly but firmly, crouching down teet my gaze. “I’m sure you already know your father is the best and has the best team working on him right now.

breathing.” I murmured. “He stopped breathing. What if he

falter. “He’s in critical condition, but he’s alive right now, and that’s what we’re holding on to. The fact that you got him here in time is

nodded slowly, my mind struggling to process her words. “Can you–can you tell

seen, the bullet missed his heart by a narrow margin. That’s a good sign. There’s still a lot of blood

nodded again even though I was right and I already knew all of that, trying to force myself to take a deep breath,

room,” she said again. “There’s no point

steadied me with a firm grip. She led me down the hallway even

as I clutched my knees. Rachel

if you need anything before then–anything at all–you cart ask for me at the desk. My name’s

you,” I managed, my voice barely audible.

turning to leave when I spoke again, “Is my mother in

Pierce isn’t. in

then she turned to leave. stared at the bottle of water

once.

He’s still

how long?

mind cycling through every worst–case scenario, my stomach twisting in knots. Every creak of a door or shuffle of footsteps made my head snap

verdict that would either save or

my

tiled floor. My head turned instinctively, and

our eyes met, I braced myself. I expected the usual look of distaste from her–anger, judgment, anything but what I saw. Instead, she sighed heavily, exhaustion etched into her features, and without

at first. The silence between us was heavy,

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but not unkind.