The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 247

Chapter 247

-Ava’s POV-

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For a second, I forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but stare. My heart thundered so violently it hurt, my pulse pounding in my ears like war drums.

And then–when I finally moved, when I blinked-

He was gone,

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A fresh wave of grief slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs, crushing me beneath its unbearable weight. My entire body shuddered as the hope that had briefly flared within me was torn away, leaving nothing but an aching, gaping void. The wind howled, rattling the trees, kicking up loose leaves and dust, but I barely registered it.

Because he wasn’t there.

Because it had only been my mind playing cruel tricks on me, dangling the impossible in front of me before yanking it

away.

A choked sob tore from my throat, raw and broken. I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against the cold, damp earth as tears poured freely down my cheeks. I cried until my voice was hoarse, until my lungs burned, until there was nothing left inside me but emptiness.

Until the world blurred.

Until everything faded into nothingness.

Until I was just an empty, shattered thing kneeling in the dirt, holding onto a love that no longer existed.

I didn’t know how much time passed. Minutes. Hours. Maybe longer. The sky had darkened, the last remnants of daylight bleeding into the horizon like a dying ember.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, I felt someone sit beside me.

At

first, I didn’t react. I was too exhausted, too hollow, too consumed by the weight of my grief to care who it was. But then, with every ounce of strength I could muster, I turned my head–just enough to glance at the figure beside me.

It

was Raina.

My grandmother sat there, her back straight, hands folded neatly in her lap, her silver hair catching the dim light. She wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was fixed on the tombstone, her expression unreadable. She didn’t speak, didn’t reach for me, didn’t offer any empty words of comfort.

She just sat there, silent.

And so, I looked away.

The two of us sat in that silence for what felt like forever, both lost in our own thoughts, our own pain.

she broke the

a tedious thing, isn’t

quiet, almost contemplative, like she wasn’t speaking to me but rather

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have the uength to speak, and even

i say!

wasn’t fair!

scream at the sky and demand to know why Grayson was taken from me? Why die had the

everything, to

change the reality

I said

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words dow, carted. ” you could wwwynything that waynth for we the loss, the pain and know that this exact moment was waiting for good mood you have cars sex toonzekerer’s Would you have chosen not to love him, knowing that he would di

who the cold dirt beneda me, denching to tightly that my nails bit

put,

much weight, too much understanding, “Loving,

real.”

it didn’t help. The tightness in my chest only grew, upecang until it

She continued, her voice Meady, certain. “But pain is not proof of weakness. It is proof of love. And love, no matter how brief, is never

they would. Maybe, years from now, I would look back and find

comfort in them.

right now, they

would

wasn’t strong enough to move

on the fact that the realm no longer had a king, That Damien was still out there,

realm. About the crown. About all the people focusing on the fact that

But I didn’t.

care about

solitude–when a sharp, searing pain exploded in my chest. It felt familiar. The kind that I hadn’t been able

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gasped, trying to breath but the breath never

started coughing, and the sharp, metallic taste of copper flooded my

spilled onto Grayson’s grave.

nausea rising as something

then, all at once, it hit

pain. Burning.

my veins, like fire licking at my bones, like something inside me was breaking apart.

strangled scream ripped from my throat, I doubled over, my nails raking against the dirt as my body convulsed, every nerve

haze, sharp with panic, “Ava!”

heard

of whatever was inside me–whatever was clawing its

breaking point and then

of energy shot from my body, a force so violent that the earth trembled beneath us.

My limbs locked, my skin burned, my head pounded with something ancient, something raw and just as