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.

finally, she broke

is a tedious thing,

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

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the uength to speak, and even if i did,

i say!

i wasn’t

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

would trade anything, everything, to have him back

it mattered. None of it would change the reality

said nothing

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me, and I sucked in a shaky breath. My fingers day, who the cold dirt beneda me, denching

voice came out hoarse, raw with put,

a sound that held too much weight, too much understanding, “Loving, tám does not make his death my

real.”

The tightness in my chest only grew, upecang until it felt

will carry this pain,” She continued, her voice Meady, certain. “But pain is not proof of weakness. It is proof of love.

day, they would. Maybe, years from now,

comfort in them.

right now, they meant

would ever be

enough to move forward,

wasn’t strong enough to focus on the fact that the realm no longer had a king, That Damien was still out there, waiting

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

But I didn’t.

about

sharp, searing pain exploded

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trying to breath but the breath never came.

I started coughing, and the sharp, metallic taste of copper flooded my mouth. Another cough tore from my throat, harder this

spilled onto Grayson’s grave.

nausea rising as something deep inside me–something old, something,

once,

pain. Burning.

licking at my bones, like something

over, my nails raking against the dirt as my body convulsed, every nerve igniting with unbearable heat.

haze, sharp with panic, “Ava!”

barely heard

over the deafening roar of whatever was inside me–whatever

point and then it exploded.

blast of energy shot from my body, a force so violent that the earth trembled beneath us. The graveyard quaked, cracks splitting through the ground like the world itself was coming

seizing, my breath stolen by the sheer force of whatever was happening to me. My limbs locked, my skin burned, my head pounded with something ancient, something raw and