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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turned away, his final words hanging in the air like

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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 shut behind him. Panic clawed at my chest. This wasn’t just

him down!” my mother ordered, her voice sharp with urgency.

beneath me. My mother’s hands fumbled at the gag tied around his mouth, yanking it off with

fingers ghosting over his face. “Tell us! How do

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

to force out the words, “– poison…in the restraints. Silver–laced… and something else–something dark. It’s inside me.”

weaken him, but something more?

shaking as she tried to untie the restraints, but the moment her fingers brushed against them, she flinched, a hiss of pain escaping

silver. They were

just poison.

My stomach twisted,

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

my skin made contact, a

lolling back as his skin grew paler by

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

is something else. Damien wouldn’t have left him here unless he was

blinking sluggishly. “It’s… spreading. He said… if the restraints stay on

refused to let

asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. “What

head tilting toward me, eyes hazy with

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stiffened, “Nightshade?”

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Slows the spread. But-” Another sharp breath. “-it has to be done carefully. Too

him to finish the sentence. Too much would kill

to find some,” I

here. And we don’t have the time. Nightshade is extremely

and glanced at the vault door. I wasn’t going to let

none of us were going to die in

way in hell I was going to die with my parents. Of all people. Isabella? I might have considered it and she would have

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 with

a step back, eyes locking onto the thick metal of the vault

reached inward–toward my

I need

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

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

deep down, I