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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how sorry I am.” I said, my fingers hesitating over the next fold, “For missing one of the most

glanced up, her

that I wasn’t there for you. That I

imagine what it was like for you. What you actually went through. But I do understand that it wasn’t your fault. And honestly?”

all pressing down on me. The past few weeks had been a blur of survival, of fighting, of trying to

all at once.

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

matters.”

nodding. “Yeah. I’m here

flower again, “And you’re making paper flowers, which

I laughed, “Definitely.”

fleeting moment, it seemed like Eliza and I

that moment

her eyes wild with barely contained stress. “I

I slowly turned to look

I blinked.

Eliza blinked.

in a full–blown panic, chairs were being shuffled and reshuffled into different formations, and decorations were being adjusted for the hundredth time. “Are you

glare snapped to me so

so sharp, so deadly, that I immediately shut my mouth,

go through the checklist you made?” She suggested, her tone gentle, like someone

thick, terrifyingly detailed

I raised

dramatically, “You have yelled at

narrowed her eyes at me, looking

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throat, then began listing things off like I was reciting

seating

crossed her arms.

cake decorator who mist, and I quore, have hands stearly enough to perform open–heart surgery.”

“Check”

at the precise forty–five–degree angles that create an optimal

“Check”

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

“Check”

glanced at Eliza before continuing, “Locate the exact shade of ‘romantic yet timeless‘ lipstick you picked out, which apparently looks too pink in the wrong lighting but too red in

groaned, “Ugh, don’t remind

is actually throwing petals and

And I swear, if that child refuses to throw petals,

very wisely moved on before Isabella could say something that would land her on

are all matching because you cannot and will not

“Check.”

any circumstances, have ‘ugly

make sure you remember how I told you to smile.”

moved on, Ensure the backup dress is steamed and

“Check.”