The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 245

Chapter 245

-Ava’s POV-

People say

all is fair in love and war.

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But this wasn’t fair.

This wasn’t fair at all.

I stood frozen, staring between the ever–growing pool of blood pooling underneath my father on the ground and Grayson- Grayson, who had just taken an arrow to the heart to save me.

He had crashed to the ground.

He wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t moving.

Crystal let out a soft, breathy laugh, as if she were admiring a piece of art rather than the destruction she had caused. She tilted her head, her cold, calculating eyes scanning the scene before landing on me.

“This is way much better.”

Her lips curved into a final, cruel smile before she stepped backward, vanishing into the shadows as if she had never been there at all.

Move, Ava. Move.

I couldn’t.

I stood there, my breath shallow, my limbs frozen, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as if it were trying to break free. My mind screamed at me to do something–to move, to act, to help–but all I could do was stare.

My father.

Or the man I loved.

My father, who lay motionless with a blade embedded in his chest, the hilt dark with blood. His breathing was shallow–if he was breathing at all. The man who had raised me no matter how much I had hated it, still hated it, who had shaped me into the person I was, who had always seemed so untouchable, was now unconscious, his life slipping away before my eyes.

And Grayson.

Grayson, whose body lay twisted where he had fallen, his clothes soaked in crimson, his face pale. His strong, unyielding hands that had always held me steady, now slack at his sides. His heart–oh Goddess, his heart–an arrow protruding from his chest, as if the universe itself had decided to rip him from me in the cruelest way possible.

Move, Ava!

A choked sob tore through my throat as I stumbled forward, my legs weak beneath me.

I dropped to my knees beside my father first, my shaking hands hovering uselessly over the wound in his chest. Blood. So much blood. The blade was still lodged there, dark and glistening, mocking me. My fingers trembled as I pressed them against his throat, searching–praying–for a pulse.

There. Faint. Weak.

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Tears blurred my vision as I sucked in a ragged breath. “Dad?” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper, “Please, please wake up.

Nothing.

I let out a strangled cry, my hands clutching at him, as if holding him would somehow stop the life from slipping away.

Then–Grayson.

slipping in the blood–soaked ground. My stomach lurched. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

My voice was hoarse,

He didn’t move.

reached for him, my fingers gripping his torn, bloodied shirt,

Still nothing.

let out a sob, pressing my trembling hands against his chest, just above the wound. His body was still warm, his

my voice broken.

Footsteps.

heard them over the roaring

Someone shouted.

figures rushing toward us. My vision swam, my body numb, my mind unable to

I saw

My mother.

She froze.

in my life, my mother–the woman who had always been composed, always in control, always

draining

with me,” I begged, my tears falling onto his skin. “Please. You’re not allowed

down beside

snapped, my voice

she turned and ran, her voice carrying through the air as she

“Just hold on,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

sure how long I stayed there. Minutes? Hours?

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Time had stopped.

was Grayson’s shallow breathing and the

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until I felt Elaine’s hands on my

“No, I need

her own voice shaking. “They need to

I blinked.

me, trying to move me.

I need–he

voice cut through the haze.

I turned.

pressing her hands to his chest, her fingers slick with his blood. Her eyes met mine, and

Tears.

was

was a doctor. I was a doctor. We should be

could do was

lifted him, as his blood dripped from their hands, as my own hands reached for him but

couldn’t hold on.

and I barely registered the voices shouting over each other. I couldn’t even tell who they belonged

was on my hands, under my nails, staining the fabric of my

lifting my father. His body sagged as they carried him away, his head lolling to the side, the blade still buried in

didn’t move.

his blood, her expression vacant. My mother–always composed, always cold, always in control–looked utterly lost. Like she

grabbed my arm, yanking me up so fast

need to

was sharp, urgent, but I couldn’t place it.

was too bright and too dark at the

distance. More shouting. But it was like I wasn’t

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again. “We have to

I didn’t move.

at my father, watching as the men carried him away. His body hung limp in their

voice cut through

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