The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Ava’s POV-

I didn’t move.

I didn’t blink.

I was frozen.

“Hello, sister.”

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The words echoed in my head, a sound that didn’t seem real, like a cruel joke I couldn’t quite understand. My grip tightened on Grayson’s arm, my knuckles white as I tried to process the shock that was crashing over me like a tidal wave. Every inch of my body trembled.

I was sure I had heard her wrong. Surely, this couldn’t be happening.

My sister? Her?

I hadn’t even noticed the subtle shift in her features at first–how her hair that used to be blonde now seemed to match my own dark strands, how her eyes, which I had always avoided looking at, were now piercing through me with a familiarity I couldn’t shake. I had thought they were just plain brown, but no, they held flecks of gold in them, just like my mother’s.

It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, everything fell into place, like a jigsaw puzzle I never knew was missing a piece. Like how it took my mother asking me about a cryptic pregnancy for me to realize that I was pregnant.

Crystal was my sister?

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight. My mouth went dry as my breath caught in my chest. The truth was crashing down on me, one cruel revelation after another.

“You’re…”

My voice cracked, the words barely making it past my lips.

“You’re my sister?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

She smiled at me, that same cold, mocking smile I had come to loathe. It was like a mask she wore so effortlessly, and I had never seen it more clearly than I did now.

Crystal walked towards Damien, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor, every step calculated and deliberate. She leaned in and kissed his cheek–soft, affectionate, whispering something in his ear. The anger in Damien’s eyes didn’t

nod. disappear, but it seemed to cool just enough for him to give a small, almost approving

“Can I sit down? Pregnancy is so exhausting,” She sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her stomach as if her mere words should demand sympathy. Damien nodded, but his eyes never left me, his dark gaze boring into me like a warning.

I shook my head in disbelief, as if doing so would somehow make her disappear. Would make the reality of the situation fade into a bad dream I could wake up from. But no matter how many times I blinked, she was still there. Still smiling that smile that made my skin crawl.

Crystal–my sister.

How could it be her? Why was it her?

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as I rose. My eyes flicked between Damien and Crystal, desperately searching for answers, for something that would make sense of this nightmare. Grayson stood silently behind me but

voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You wanted to meet me, didn’t you? You were so eager to find out who I was. So don’t look so repulsed by the thought that you and I–my darling Ava–are blood sisters. More connected than you can ever

leaving me breathless. My mind was a whirlpool of questions,

eyes darted between her and Damien, as if

an almost playful smile, “You should know how twins are

to catch up, to realize

Doctor, after all,” she added mockingly, her eyes

opened my mouth to snap at her, but Damien’s low chuckle interrupted me, like the sound of distant thunder in the storm that

wanted to meet her, Little Dove. Here she

kept my disbelieving gaze on Crystal, “You knew?

knew?

something else there, something cold in the way her eyes flicked

knew exactly when

a flood, “Because it’s

but there was something darker behind

cutting deeper. Everything, every horrible thing she had done to me, every

own disbelief. My eyes burned with unshed tears, my throat tight as I tried

as she turned away from me,

dripping with mock

a low and amused sound that made my stomach turn. Then, to my utter disgust, he reached out and patted her head like she

expression indifferent, as if none of this–none of my agony, my confusion, my betrayal -mattered in the

“I’d say my offer is declined. You have no interest in standing by my side.” He let out a low sigh, shaking his head slightly, “Maybe I

My stomach twisted into knots

That night.

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night my mother lost one of her daughters. The night that could have rewritten

fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I

brainwash me too?” I spat, Turn me into the

something twisted–pride. “Damien raised me to know the truth. He never lied to me. I knew exactly

had always

known we were sisters. And she had still

throat. I couldn’t comprehend it. I

tilting her head slightly as she

anyone should be sad about how they turned out,” She mused, “it should be you, miss high–strung

smirked, her eyes flashing with amusement. “It’s no

Damien’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he turned to

eyes like she had crossed a line but didn’t care, “Fine,” She muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “Sour topic. I forgot–no mentioning him.”

a thousand thoughts crashing into each

sister–had been a part of

Dylan in on it too?