The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 240

-Grayson’s POV-

The room went deathly silent, save for the echo of Damien’s voice lingering in the air like a taunt, curling around us with a suffocating grip. My muscles tensed instinctively, my mind already working through every possible scenario, every potential way this could play out.

I shifted my focus back to Ava. She was still seated on the floor, her posture stiff, her eyes sharp but guarded. She scanned the room, her gaze calculating, before her voice rang out, cutting through the silence like a blade.

“I have never met anyone more hypocritical than you. You spent all this time hiding and causing so much chaos, and now you’re still a coward, putting us in here and hiding behind a wall? You’re not some mastermind, Damien. All you are is pathetic.”

A beat of silence followed. No one spoke. The tension thickened like a heavy fog.

Then–a slow, creaking sound filled the air, low and drawn–out, reverberating through the walls. A section of the room, one that had appeared solid and seamless, began to shift. A hidden doorway. Shadows bled into the dim light as the corridor beyond was revealed, and then–Damien stepped into view.

But there was still a barrier between us and him, and his gaze settled on Ava with a slow, serpentine smile.

“I know your parents were insufferable, Little Dove,” He mused, his voice smooth but laced with poison, “but maybe you should remember their lessons on respect. Or perhaps I should take a page from their book on how to keep you in line.”

Ava didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink. Instead, she pushed herself up to her feet with measured grace, tilting her head slightly as she met his gaze.

“I have told you to stop calling me that,” She said evenly, her tone like ice over steel.

His smile didn’t falter, but something flickered in his expression–annoyance, or maybe amusement. He let out a slow breath, like he was reigning something in, then his eyes swept across the room before settling on me.

“You’re awfully quiet, Your Highness,” Damien drawled, tilting his head. “I expected more from you. Maybe some threats, some defiance? No?”

I met his gaze without so much as a flicker of emotion, “Everyone else has something better to do. Why don’t you skip the theatrics and get to the part where you intend on killing us all?”

His smirk deepened. “Oh, I intend to.”

Then, without warning, he snapped his fingers.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, deliberate and heavy. Moments later, another figure was dragged into view–a figure bound, bruised, and battered.

Raina.

Her hair was tangled, her lip split, her wrists bound tightly. Whoever had handled her hadn’t been gentle. But her eyes- despite everything–still held a spark of defiance as they landed on Ava.

A sharp intake of breath from Evelyn broke the silence.

Damien, reveling in the reaction, let out a low chuckle. “You see,” He said, gesturing toward Raina as though she were nothing more than an inconvenience, “I thought about killing her. She was… difficult, to say the least. Stubborn. Annoyingly so. And impossible to find, until your little meeting with her helped us along.”

No one spoke.

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No outrage? No dramatic declarations?” He spread his arms. “No one? Not

hung in the

“What do you want?”

spared her a glance before his eyes flicked back to Ava. “I

settled like ice in

heard her sharp inhale behind me, but I didn’t look

that’s happening,” I said, my voice low

his head, “Oh, but I

just hold on with their dramatic dialogues for a second?” Isabella cut in, waving a hand as if she were a director pausing a terrible scene. “First of all this is going to come off as selfish but I think everyone should be given an option to speak for themselves because I do not want to be part of the we that wants to be killed. And secondly, am I the only one wondering who this old lady

wall with a deadpan expression, sighed. “I have a headache, but yeah, I’d like to know. Also,” she turned her gaze lazily to Damien, “do evil psychopaths have access to water? Dehydration is terrible for my skin, and I learned that firsthand during my

added, nodding

Maria chimed in. “Actually, just bring the whole bottle,

heads in exasperation at the same time.

patience finally

the room, eyes flashing

to me and whispered, “I thought he wanted us to

back a smile

But silence fell.

For a moment.

Maria and whispered, “So… does

lips

of a

breath, visibly restraining himself, before a slow, cruel smile spread across his face.

it. I’ve always enjoyed moving you all around my chessboard, so now… we are going to do exactly that. And this time,” His grin sharpened

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Ava blinked, “What?”

through the room, a tangible hesitation that hung heavy in

head as if he were dealing with disobedient children. Then, in one swift motion, he turned–and did something so sudden, so cruel,

gleaming in Damien’s expression made my hands twitch

immediately,” Damien said, his voice deceptively calm, “then she will

gasped, hand flying to her mouth, horror settling in

before thinking, snapped, “We don’t even

the High Priestess your mother and the love of your life went seeking. But I think Evelyn might have forgotten to mention…” he tilted his head, letting the

entire body went rigid.

her expression a war between disbelief and betrayal. Evelyn looked torn- caught between glaring daggers at Damien and the deep, undeniable worry for