The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 205

-Ava’s POV-

The moment the words left his lips, the room grew suffocatingly still. My mother stiffened beside me, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. My father–bleeding, bound, helpless–managed to lift his head just enough to meet my gaze. There was something there, something raw and desperate beneath the pain.

I couldn’t move. My body had frozen, locked in place by the weight of everything. The truth. The lies. The sheer cruelty of it

all.

Damien took his time, stepping away from me and pacing in front of us, his hands clasped behind his back like this was nothing more than a business transaction. “You know, I did consider sparing you,” He mused, “You were always the least insufferable of the bunch. But now, I see that was a mistake.”

I swallowed hard. “You think this ends with us?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. “You think you’ll get away with this?”

Damien chuckled. “Oh, Little Dove, I don’t think–I know.” His voice was laced with amusement, but beneath it, there was a quiet certainty that sent a chill down my spine.

“I don’t know how you managed to lead them all here, but the moment I realized you were coming, I had to change my plans.” His smirk widened. “Initially, I was going to blow Grayson up alongside your father, but then I thought why not make things more interesting?”

A sick feeling coiled in my stomach.

So that was the change of plans the man outside had been talking about.

Damien continued, his tone almost conversational. “I let it play out, let the joke of a rescue unfold just to watch it pathetically fall through. I have no intention of killing the Alpha King tonight anymore.”

His gaze flickered between the three of us, sharp and assessing.

“But you three? You do die tonight.”

My mother tensed beside me. My father–still bound and blooded–said nothing, though I could see the effort it took for him to stay upright.

Damien’s lips curved into something cruel. “I’ll be generous. You have twenty minutes. Use them wisely–say your final words, make your peace.”

Then, as if he were discussing the weather, his eyes landed on me.

“You look just like her. It’s a disappointment you never saw it.”

I stiffened.

He had said those words before–at the ball.

Back then, I had thought he was talking about my mother.

But now. That means I had met her. I had met my

sister.

A sad smile touched his lips, but there was no warmth in it, “Hope you enjoyed finally flying while you could,” His voice

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your wings will be cut so soon.”

hanging in the air

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space suddenly, his body jerking violently against the restraints as my mother and I rushed to his side and that must have been Damien’s plan because he stepped out, slamming the vault

my mother ordered, her voice sharp

as he convulsed beneath me. My mother’s hands fumbled at

demanded, her fingers ghosting over

he could do was gasp, his body trembling violently. His breaths were ragged, shallow. I had never seen my father–strong, unshakable Luther Pierce–like

seizing before he managed to force out the

weaken him,

her hands shaking as she tried to untie the restraints, but the moment her fingers brushed against

of silver. They were soaked in something thick and dark, an unnatural black sheen coating

just poison. Magic.

My stomach twisted,

to hurt him–but to make sure we couldn’t

ties, but the second my skin made contact, a searing pain

father groaned, his head lolling back as his skin

these off him,” I said, but my mother was already moving, standing abruptly and scanning the room for anything–anything–that could

thinking out loud. “Silver weakens, but this… This is something else. Damien wouldn’t have left him here unless he was sure he wouldn’t get out

He said… if the restraints stay

refused to

voice to stay steady. “What did Damien use? What stops

head tilting toward me, eyes hazy with pain. “Nightshade….

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stiffened,

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wolfsbane,” he rasped. “It–neutralizes it. Slows the spread. But-” Another sharp breath. “-it has to be done carefully.

didn’t need him to finish the sentence.

need to find some,” I said, standing

in here. And we

I tore my gaze from my father’s weakening form and glanced at the vault door. I wasn’t going to let him die. Not like this. Not when I knew–despite everything—I still couldn’t bring myself to forgive him for all he

none of us were going to

was no way in hell I was going to die with my parents. Of all people. Isabella? I might have considered it and she would have thought it was poetic. Grayson? Maybe if I wasn’t so mad I would have thought it would have been epic. Till death do us part.

sharply, scanning the walls, the floor–anything that could help. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but standing still wasn’t an option. The air in the vault was growing heavier, my father’s breathing more ragged, the weight of my mother’s worried stare pressing

watching me, her body tense

you doing?” She asked warily as I took a step back, eyes locking onto the thick metal of

her, I reached inward–toward my

need

my

isn’t the time for

but deep