The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 238

-Ava’s POV

Dylan was a bastard.

I knew it the moment I felt the mating bond with him, and I still don’t understand how the hell that even happened. Even without my wolf, I had been sure it was him. I knew he was a bastard on the day of our mating ceremony, and every single day since then, he has done nothing but prove it over and over again.

And today?

Today, he outdid himself.

I called him. I hadn’t even gotten a single word out before he cut me off with a voice as cold as death itself, “You found your way to hell. Stay there.”

Then he hung up.

Stupid, stupid Dylan.

Well, so much for trying to rat Crystal out and hoping Dylan would have enough sense left to pull her out of whatever mess she was tangled in. He was a lost cause.

“So, I take it that didn’t go well,” Isabella muttered, still scrolling through her phone, her expression blank.

I huffed, shoving my own phone into my pocket. “He’s an idiot. And he still remains one.”

The gates ahead creaked open, and our car rolled forward smoothly. The estate was quiet, too quiet for my liking. I was the first to step out the moment we came to a stop, inhaling deeply. The air was thick, humid, like the sky was seconds away from splitting open with a storm.

Rickon, my father, and Maria would be arriving soon. Grayson and my mother–if they hadn’t killed each other yet–were supposed to be meeting us back here after tracking down the High Priestess. Once everyone was together, we’d finally sit down and discuss… everything.

Ricardo had suggested a feast for the occasion.

A feast.

The thought of it had struck me as odd when he first mentioned it, but now… now it felt like something else. A last meal before the battlefield.

A final send–off.

I exhaled sharply and started walking toward the house. My mind was already racing through everything we had to handle, every piece of the puzzle that still wasn’t fitting-

Then it hit me.

A sudden, sharp, blinding pain ripped through my body, white–hot and searing. My knees buckled. A cry tore from my throat before I could stop it and the world tilted but before I could fall, a hand grabbed my arm.

“Lilian!” Isabella’s voice was sharp, panicked. “What the hell–are you okay?”

I could barely hear her.

The pain—it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just pain. It was something else. It burned, not on my skin, not in my bones, but inside

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me, coiling through every nerve like fire, like my own body was turning against me.

I sucked in a sharp breath, shaking my head, “I’m fine.” I forced out. “I don’t know what just happened”

Liar.

I didn’t know what this was,

.

willing myself to ignore it,

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My knees slammed into the pavement, and the pain flared so violently that my vision blurred. My entire body convulsed, every muscle tightening, locking, as if something was clawing through

dropped to her knees beside me.

was

Isabella grabbed my face, her grip firm, forcing me to focus on her. Her eyes, usually unreadable, were

fingers dug into the pavement,

happening

feel it–something

the security team.

their hands reaching for their weapons.

out.

the air like

Then another.

And another.

The men standing closest to us shouted, ducking for cover, but I was still on the ground; still writhing as another sharp, agonizing wave

screamed, “What

past the way the world tilted around me

were the ones attacking. They weren’t just attacking. They were slaughtering the men Grayson had hired

near me, blood pooling

her voice frantic, “Can you get up?”

I

But the pain–fuck.

teeth, reaching–pulling for my wolf, for her strength, for something to push past this, to

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happening to

blood. My cars were ringing, my body still wracked with the unbearable pain that wouldn’t let up. I clenched

on my arm tightened as she ducked low, eyes darting around. “Why the hell are Ricardo’s men shooting at Grayson’s

no

running straight into the crossfire? But before I could say it, another body dropped near us with a sickening thud, and the hot, metallic scent of

“We need to move.

through the agony still gripping me. “If Ricardo’s men are the ones shooting,” I forced out through clenched teeth, “shouldn’t

Isabella cut me off, eyes flashing. “There’s a fucking war zone happening right now, and you want to waltz over to the

time. She was right. I wasn’t thinking clearly. The

“Inside is safer than standing out here waiting to get shot.”

before she was hauling me up with surprising strength, dragging me toward the entrance of the house. My legs were unsteady, my muscles still trembling, but I forced myself to move, to push through whatever the hell was happening to me.

behind us, men shouting, bodies hitting the ground. One of Grayson’s guards was still standing. returning fire, but he

front doors, slamming them shut behind us. She locked it immediately before turning to me, breathing hard. “Okay, what the hell is

my chest rising and

“Bullshit.”

“Isabella-”

someone yanked the fucking floor out from under you, you looked like

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