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

hanging in the air like a death

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agonized screams filled the small 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

him down!” my mother ordered, her voice sharp

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

do?” She demanded, her fingers ghosting over his face. “Tell us! How do we stop it?”

breaths were ragged, shallow. I had

he managed to force out the words, “– poison…in the restraints. Silver–laced… and

would weaken

the moment her fingers brushed against them, she flinched, a hiss of pain escaping her lips.

at my father’s wrists. The bindings weren’t just made of silver. They were soaked in something thick and dark, an unnatural

just poison.

My stomach twisted,

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

I whispered, my hands gripping the ties, but the second my skin made contact, a searing

groaned, his head lolling back as his skin grew paler by the

was already moving, standing abruptly and

This is something else. Damien wouldn’t have left him here unless he was sure he wouldn’t get out of it alive.”

spreading. He said… if the restraints stay on too long… it will reach my

to

my voice to stay steady. “What

toward me, eyes hazy with

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mother stiffened, “Nightshade?”

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spread. But-” Another sharp

finish the sentence. Too much

some,” I said, standing

My mother’s voice wavered. “We are trapped in here. And we don’t have the time. Nightshade is

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

going to

have considered it and she would have thought it was poetic. Grayson? Maybe

I was looking for, but standing still wasn’t an option. The air in the vault was

feel her watching me, her

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

I reached inward–toward my

need

heat of my

isn’t the time for your bullshit,

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