The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 230

Chapter 230

-Grayson’s POV-

“No?”

Ava’s expression didn’t waver, her posture rigid as she stood her ground. She sucked in a slow breath, as if she needed to steady herself, then repeated, firmer this time, “No.”

For a second, I just stared at her, processing the word like it didn’t make sense. Because it didn’t. It wasn’t even an option.

Behind her, Isabella cleared her throat. “Uh, I think we’ll give you both a moment.”

Before either of us could say anything, she grabbed Elaine’s wrist and quickly led her out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Ava took a step back, instinctively putting space between us, but I stepped forward, closing it just as fast.

“Grayson, I really need to go and check on my mother-”

“What did you mean by no?” I cut in.

She exhaled sharply, irritation flashing across her face, “No. As in a word used to give a negative response.”

I narrowed my eyes, “I didn’t ask for a dictionary definition, Ava. I asked you.”

“Well, I just gave you my answer.”

“Ava-”

“Hey,” She snapped, her voice rising, “don’t come in here and start yelling at me like I owe you something. You don’t get to do that.” She shook her head, the fury behind her words unmistakable. “Me and you? We are done. I don’t care if I’m your fated mate or not. I don’t care if you think this is the only way. I’m not marking you and making this damned connection between us even harder to get out of. Now excuse me, I have to-”

She turned to leave, but I moved before she could take another step.

Grabbing her wrist, I yanked her back, twisting us both until her back was against the door. In one swift motion, I reached behind her and locked it.

“We’re not done talking about this,” I said, voice low.

She blinked, then slowly arched an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed, “You do realize I can just shift and break the door down, right?”

I closed my eyes briefly and sighed, “Ava.”

“Don’t say my name like that,” She muttered, shoving at my chest, but I didn’t budge.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, searching her face for a crack in the mask she was wearing.

“I said I was sorry,” My voice was quieter now, but firm, “What else do you want me to do? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg you to forgive me? Because I will.”

That stunned her.

I saw it–the brief flicker of shock in her eyes before she masked it. But I caught it. She swallowed, then shook her head, her jaw tightening. “I don’t want your apology, Grayson.”

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it,” She said bitterly,

brows furrowed. “Ava-”

dangerously clone to exhautum, “I don’t want you to say

than I

you hart me before foxoding me wo more storm, “Her voice wavered slightly, but she held her chin high. “So, no, Grayson I don’t want myything from you and i told you before that I am done but since we have to deal

cold settled in my chest, something I didn’t like.

her shoulders, forcing the words out like she had already made peace with them, “Co and ich

into fists at

this cycle with you again,” She finished, “Because I am tired, Grayson”

at her, barely breathing. My chest was tight, my pulse a hammer in my ears, but I forced myself to

“When this is over, we will discuss custody of the child. And then

shifted instantly, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits, “I thought you didn’t

now,” I snapped before I could stop myself. My fists clenched at my sides. The thought of agreeing to walk away, of actually letting her go,

a sharp, humorless laugh, “Oh, now

Now I

“Okay then. Fine!”

“Fine.”

“Great!”

“Great.”

like it could level the entire room. The tension between us spiked dangerously, like a lit fuse inching toward an explosion.

my bones, this pull that

don’t know which of us moved first.

I knew was the sound of Ava’s frustrated, “Damn it,”

hesitation, no second–guessing–only fire, only need. It was fast and hungry, all heat and clashing breaths as I backed her up against

hands gripped her waist, dragging her closer

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fact that I

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my shirt, pulling me down harder, deeper. It was all–consuming, like trying to quench a thirst that had been building for

anymore. I couldn’t think.

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against her mouth. She was gasping between kisses, her nails biting into my shoulders, and I didn’t care that this was reckless, that I was supposed to be keeping my distance, that we had just been screaming at each

but

my breathing ragged, “Tell me to stop,”

She didn’t.

urgent, like she needed this just as much as I did.

drowning in