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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unfortunate that your wings will be cut so soon.”

he turned away, his final words hanging in the air like a death sentence,

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side and that must have been

ordered,

dropped to my knees, gripping my father’s shoulders as he convulsed beneath me. My mother’s hands fumbled at the

over his face.

gasp, his body trembling violently. His breaths were ragged, shallow. I

before he managed to

weaken

restraints, but the moment her fingers brushed against them, she flinched, a

weren’t just made of silver. They were soaked in something thick and dark, an unnatural black

just poison.

My stomach twisted,

planned this. Not just to hurt him–but to make sure we couldn’t save him.

skin made contact, a searing pain shot through my palms. I barely bit back a cry,

father groaned, his head lolling back as his skin grew

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

She muttered, 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 of it alive.”

breath, blinking sluggishly. “It’s… spreading. He said… if the restraints stay on too long… it

refused to let that

forcing my voice to stay steady. “What did Damien use? What stops it?”

tilting toward me, eyes

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it. Slows the spread. But-” Another sharp breath. “-it has to

didn’t need him to finish the sentence.

need to find some,” I said, standing quickly.

in here. And we don’t have the time. Nightshade

to let him

of us were going to die in

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.

my head, turning 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

feel her watching me, her body

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

I reached

I need

expecting the familiar heat of my bones breaking, stretching, reshaping–but instead,

gritted my teeth, ‘Come on. This isn’t the time

her but deep down, I knew. She wasn’t strong enough. Not to break