The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 227

Chapter 227

-Grayson’s POV-

“If I had known you’d be so gloomy, I would have brought you chocolates and flowers.”

I didn’t bother looking away from the window. The sky outside was a dull shade of gray, thick clouds rolling over each other as if they, too, were restless. Maybe a storm was coming. Maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t really care.

Lately, I found myself saying less and less. It wasn’t that I had nothing to say it was that the only person I wanted to say anything to wasn’t here. Ava.

I wanted to tell her everything. How sorry I was. How much I missed her. How much I wanted-

I stopped. My jaw clenched as I forced the thought to fully form in my mind.

I wanted the baby.

I wanted the baby.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and I exhaled sharply. The weight of it settled deep in my chest, heavier than anything I’d ever carried before.

And then–click.

I snapped my head toward the sound, my eyes narrowing at Carter, who stood by the doorway, his phone raised.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous.

A slow grin spread across his face, “Yes. And I’m naming it Grayson Blackwood, Lost in Thought. A rare sighting, really. Never thought I’d see the day.”

My glare sharpened, “Get out.”

He waved a dismissive hand and strolled inside, completely ignoring my words as he sank onto the sofa. “Oh, please. Just only one who has come to visit you? You must have really pissed off everyone admit that you’re happy to see me. Am I the this time.”

I didn’t reply. Just turned back to the window.

“How are you feeling?” He asked after a beat.

I scoffed, “I’ve known you long enough to know you always have an agenda. So why don’t you stop wasting both our time and just tell me what

you

want?”

Carter pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “I’m genuinely hurt, Grayson. I thought we were friends.”

I shot him a look.

He sighed. “Fine. Your problems have become my problems. Remember when you told me to stop looking for the sister?”

I went still. My fingers curled into the sheets at my sides, but I didn’t say anything.

Carter studied me, then smirked. “By the way you’re staring at me blankly, I’d say you already know who she is so I guess my

ahead investigation wsd in vain even though I found her. It’s

go

My jaw tightened.

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But Carter wasn’t done, “However, my little investigation has now put me on the radar of the psychotic maniac who wants you dead. So congratulations–now I have a target on my back too.”

“So what?” I muttered, “You need protection?”

laugh, but there was no humor in it, “No. I need reassurance that

I said dryly. “You’ve just won the award

+5

Let’s not start

I could respond, a deep, thickly accented voice cut through the

Mr. Blackwood is not allowed to have visitors.”

and I both turned toward

stood there, his crisp white coat a stark contrast against his dark complexion. His arms were crossed over

smiled in return, as if he hadn’t just been caught

his voice smooth and charming. “Le mie scuse, dottore. Dovevo discutere qualcosa di importante con il signor Blackwood. Ora me ne vado.” (My apologies,

doctor’s expression barely

the sofa, giving me one last glance before strolling toward the door. “Try not to be too miserable, amico. I’ll be in

he was

sharp gaze to me and let out a breath, muttering something in Italian before stepping closer.

you feeling?” He asked, switching to English.

answer right

how I felt but I was sure he was asking

muttered,

course. Because a man who was shot

him a

vitals, asking routine questions I barely paid attention to. My mind was elsewhere–stuck on the conversation

was after him too.

Damien.

sent a sharp wave of fury through me. That bastard had ruined too many lives already. And now he

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of the psychotic maniac who wants you dead. So

I muttered, “You need protection?”

but there was no humor in it, “No. I need reassurance that you actually have a

said dryly. “You’ve just won the award

for Stubbornness. Let’s not start throwing

I could respond, a deep, thickly accented voice

Mr. Blackwood is not allowed

I both turned toward the

stark contrast against his dark complexion. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression stony as he frowned

return, as if he hadn’t just been caught breaking the

his voice smooth and charming. “Le mie scuse, dottore. Dovevo discutere qualcosa di importante con il signor Blackwood. Ora me ne vado.” (My apologies, doctor. I had

doctor’s expression barely softened. But he gave Carter a begrudging

off the sofa, giving me one last glance before strolling toward the door. “Try not to

then he

let out

He asked, switching

didn’t answer right

know how I felt but I was sure

I muttered, “Fine.”

Of course. Because a man who was shot three times always feels

him a deadpan

paid attention to. My mind

after him too.

Damien.

thought of his name sent a sharp wave of fury through me. That bastard had ruined too many lives already. And now he was

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needed to act. Soon.

was so lost in thought that I barely noticed when the doctor started touching the bandages, ut then his voice broke

rest, Mr.

a

Rest?

was no rest for a man like me. Not

“Cristo santo!”