The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 256

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Chapter 256

Chapter 256

-Ava’s POV-

I let out a shuddering breath, my fingers tightening around his hand. It felt cold, unnaturally still, and yet, somehow, I still expected him to squeeze back. To open his eyes. To scowl at me the way he always did when I challenged him. But there was nothing.

Silence.

Emptiness.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat, willing myself to be stronger than this, to be harder than this. But the moment I spoke again, my voice cracked.

“You were supposed to fix things.”

The words felt like acid on my tongue.

“I hated you for so long, and some part of me still does. But I would take us continuing how we’ve always been. For me me seeing you as the enemy and fighting with you than this.”

My chest tightened as I stared at him, his face slack, peaceful in a way that felt unnatural. Luther Pierce was never peaceful. He was absolutely dreadful and this was so wrong.

“I need you to wake up.”

My voice dropped to a whisper, raw and broken.

“I need you to fight like you always have. For once, not against me, but with me. I know it is impossible but I need you to find a way to do that still.

My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I had spent so much of my life trying to break free of his shadow, and now, sitting here, I realized how much of me had been built in reaction to him.

I sniffled, shaking my head as I wiped angrily at my eyes. This isn’t fair.

grief all at once, “Even now,

exhaled shakily, finally allowing myself to slump forward, resting

“Damn you, Father.”

there, the quiet hum of the healer’s quarters the only sound in the room. I thought about everything–about the years of resentment, the hard–earned moments of understanding, the

had never gotten the chance to hear him

badly. I wanted to know what it would be like being on

with my

last time before whispering, “Goodbye, Luther.”

when it happened.

movement beneath my

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pounded wildly as I stared at his hand, waiting, praying that I hadn’t

it happened again.

twitch of his fingers.

roaring in my ears. No. No, it’s not

The healers had said I shot to my feet,

back.

then, just as my vision blurred with tears, just

fingers twitched again.

But now, as I sat there, watching, waiting, there was nothing

hovered over his hand, waiting for another twitch but

as my shoulders sagged. I imagined it. Just like I had imagined Grayson standing at

been a hallucination? What

it was different because my father was

And then, before I could second–guess myself, I did something I never thought I

down and pressed a

in my chest. It felt like a goodbye, even if

let my gaze linger on him one last time before

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