The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 259

Chapter 259

-Ava’s POV

(13)

I had been completely sucked into the madness that came with planning a wedding–especially one happening tomorrow.

Not that I was complaining.

After everything that had happened with Damien, with the chaos of nearly losing everything, I would take this kind of chaos over that any day. If my choices were life–threatening battles or Isabella shrieking at someone over flower arrangements, I would pick the shrieking.

And there was a lot of shrieking.

“Who put the candles there? I said ivory, not cream! Do you think I won’t notice? I notice everything!”

Eliza and I exchanged a look from our spot at a side able, where we had wisely stationed ourselves with a much safer task- making paper flowers.

Because of course Isabella had wanted handmade paper flowers.

She had pouted and said it had always been her dream to have them at her wedding. And after everything she had been through? There was no way we were going to deny her that, even if our fingers were cramping from folding so much paper.

Besides, getting in Isabella’s way right now was dangerous.

She had gone full–blown Monica Geller mode–the type of bride who had color–coded lists, backup plans for her backup plans, and a terrifyingly detailed itinerary that included things like “cake admiration time” and “scheduled happy tears.”

The wedding was going to be normal not werewolf centered because humans would be in attendance and it had been set to take place in an actual venue, but with such short notice, nothing had been available and because Isabella was Isabella, she wanted it to happen it the night when the stars were out. I had offered Grayson’s mansion as an alternative, and Isabella had taken that offer and run with it.

Now, the entire estate was absolute chaos.

The Omegas were scrambling around like their lives depended on it, trying to keep up with her demands. Someone had misplaced the silverware, and Isabella had looked at them. Not said anything–just looked. And that had been enough to send them into a full–fledged panic.

“She’s insane,” Eliza muttered beside me, carefully folding a petal before passing it to me, “I thought she was crazy before, but this? This is a whole new level.”

I laughed, some of the tension easing from my shoulders, “At least she is channeling all her energy into something constructive instead of, you know, world domination.”

Eliza snorted, “You say that now, but give it a few hours. If someone so much as moves the wrong chair, we might be looking at a full–scale war.”

She wasn’t wrong. Across the room, Isabella was currently terrorizing a group of Omegas about the placement of the wedding arch, her hands waving wildly as she pointed from one spot to another, then back to the original spot.

Still, watching her like this–alive, happy, unapologetically herself–made something warm settle in my chest. After everything we had all been through, it was nice to see her so invested in something as normal as a wedding.

For a few minutes, we worked in comfortable silence, carefully folding the paper flowers, letting the background noise of wedding madness fade into a dull hum. It wasn’t until Eliza sighed softly that I looked up again, suddenly reminded of something that had been weighing on me.

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am.” I said, my fingers hesitating over the next fold, “For missing one of the most important days of your life.”

her

I wasn’t there for you. That I couldn’t

setting down the flower she had been working on. “I get it.” She said gently, “I mean, 1 don’t get it–not really, because I can’t imagine what it was like for you. What you actually went through. But I do understand that it wasn’t your fault. And honestly?” She let out

all pressing down on me. The past few weeks had been a blur of survival, of fighting, of trying to make sense of everything. And now, standing in the middle of a wedding hurricane,

all at once.

my face because she reached out and squeezed my hand, “You’re here now. That’s

matters.”

nodding. “Yeah. I’m here

before picking up her paper flower again, “And you’re making paper flowers, which

I laughed, “Definitely.”

and I might

moment

her eyes wild with barely contained

and I slowly turned to look at

I blinked.

Eliza blinked.

my head, “Excuse me? You haven’t gotten anything done?” I gestured vaguely around us, where Omegas were running in a full–blown panic, chairs were being shuffled and reshuffled into different formations, and decorations were being adjusted for the hundredth time.

glare snapped to me so fast I nearly flinched.

deadly, that I immediately shut my mouth, pretending

we go through the checklist you made?” She suggested,

stood abruptly, moving to grab the thick, terrifyingly detailed wedding planner

she could leave, I

sighing dramatically, “You have yelled at me so

looking both suspicious and intrigued.

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then began listing things off like I was reciting a sacred

seating chart.”

crossed

mist, and I quore, have

“Check”

precise

“Check”

the lighting at least three times because lighting makes or breaks a wedding, and I will not have my wedding ruined by

“Check”

the exact shade of ‘romantic yet timeless‘ lipstick you picked out, which apparently looks too pink in the wrong lighting but too red

remind me. But

is actually throwing petals and not

and Isabella sighed, “Check. And I swear, if that child refuses

say something that would land

socks are all matching because you cannot and will not tolerate ‘even a single fashion disaster.“”

“Check.”

bridesmaids do not, under any circumstances, have ‘ugly

you two better make sure you remember how I told

my head and moved on, Ensure the backup dress is steamed and ready in case of an ‘emergency–level wardrobe

“Check.”