The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 222

Chapter 222

-Grayson’s POV-

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The moment Damien’s words left his mouth, the world around me seemed to tilt, as if the very foundation beneath my feet had cracked open.

“He might not have realized it yet, but he did mark his fated mage.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.

Ava.

Not her sister. Not some stranger I had convinced myself to search for, Not some faceless figure of prophecy, meant to shape the fate of this war.

It was her.

I stared at her, watching the way her body went rigid, the way her shoulders locked like she was bracing for impact. Like she was preparing for a blow that hadn’t even landed yet–but she already felt it coming.

And then I turned to Damien.

The bastard.

There was satisfaction in his expression, a gleam in his dark eyes that made my blood burn. He had known this whole time. Every smug glance, every cryptic word–it had all been leading to this moment.

And I had been blind.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs.

Ava was my

fated mate.

And I had cast her out. I had shattered her.

A bitter taste filled my mouth, something sharp and self–destructive curling in my gut. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to take Damien apart piece by piece, but I forced myself to stay still, to keep my breathing steady, to not let him see how deeply he had just sunk his claws into my mind.

Damien tilted his head, watching us like a man who had just played his final, winning move. Then he spoke again, his voice smooth, dripping with cruel amusement.

“I believe it is time for you to meet your sister, Little Dove.”

The world seemed to stop.

I watched the color drain from Ava’s face. I saw something flicker in her eyes–something raw, something vulnerable.

I knew that look. I had seen it before. Right before I had thrown her out. Right before I had ripped her apart with my rejection.

And Damien had seen it too. He smiled like a predator, like a man who knew exactly how deep he was cutting into her.

“She is right here in Italy with me,” He continued casually, as if he wasn’t unraveling everything she thought she knew about her own existence, “In fact, I asked her to be on standby. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll have her brought in. I will introduce you. She’s been eager to reveal herself, so… two birds with one stone, right?”

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said the last part like it was some private joke that only he understood,

between us,

Then Ava spoke.

if I

was quiet,

turned to her sharply, surprise

amusement growing. He had been waitin

for this.

mused, tilting his head like he was considering his answer, “if our reign is going to hold, there are certain

eyes slid toward

list, he continued, “Your parents, of course. Can’t have them interfering. Perhaps I’ll consider sparing the cousin, she’ll likely self–destruct anyway.” He gave a mockingly

time

long as her existence doesn’t get in our way.”

see some flicker of resistance in

the way

breath, tilting her chin up slightly, her

what’s your plan, Damien?” She asked, “How do you expect this to play out? How do you plan on taking the throne?”

exhaled a small

he looked

anyway,” He said smoothly, “So I might as well say

his time, like

of

these past months has led to this. The realm is already crumbling. The packs of those Alphas I killed? I’ve been uniting them. I have more than an army, Little Dove.”

eyes gleamed with something dark and triumphant.

“Their warriors, their heirs, their entire bloodlines. And do you know what happens when people lose their Alphas, Ava? They look for a new leader. They look for someone stronger. Someone who can promise them vengeance, power, a

words

Ava didn’t move.

see,” He went on, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft, “I don’t have to take

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Silence.

Ava spoke again.

the high ranking members of the

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are already under my influence. The others… well, let’s just say that loyalty is a fickle thing when power is on

nodded slowly, as if absorbing every

the other

Little Dove. They will

clenched my fists, my nails digging

He wasn’t just some power–hungry madman. He had a plan–one

there, listening to it all, as if she were actually

her, my heart pounding.

what

or if, deep down, a part of her was truly

seen what happens to those who stand in my way,” His

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