The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 259

Chapter 259

-Ava’s POV

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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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my fingers hesitating

glanced up, her expression softening. “Ava…”

wasn’t there for you. That I couldn’t

like for you. What you actually went through. But I do understand that it wasn’t your fault. And honestly?” She let out a small, tired laugh. “I’m still processing everything we all just went through. I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel”

of survival, of fighting, of trying to make sense of everything. And now, standing

all at once.

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

matters.”

exhaled slowly, nodding. “Yeah. I’m here

a small smile before picking up her paper flower again, “And you’re

I laughed, “Definitely.”

Eliza and I might actually

that moment didn’t last.

there, her hands thrown up in frustration, her eyes wild with barely contained stress. “I haven’t gotten

slowly turned to look at each

I blinked.

Eliza blinked.

I let out a short laugh, shaking 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

to me so fast I

I immediately shut my mouth, pretending I hadn’t

stepped in, “Why don’t we go through the checklist you made?” She suggested, her tone gentle, like someone trying to calm a

inhaled sharply, nodding. “Yes. Good. Checklist.” She stood abruptly, moving to grab the thick, terrifyingly detailed wedding planner that she had been carrying around like a lifeline for

before she could leave, I raised

yelled at

at me, looking both suspicious and

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up straighter, clearing my throat, then began listing things

seating

crossed

cake decorator who mist, and I quore, have hands stearly enough

“Check”

precise

“Check”

times because lighting makes or breaks a wedding, and I will not

“Check”

before continuing, “Locate the exact shade of ‘romantic yet timeless‘ lipstick you picked out, which apparently

groaned, “Ugh, don’t remind

continued, “Make sure the flower girl is actually throwing petals and

I swear, if that child refuses to throw

could say something that would land her on some

the groomsmen’s socks are all matching because you cannot and will not tolerate ‘even a single

“Check.”

sure the bridesmaids do not, under any circumstances, have ‘ugly crying faces‘

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

the backup dress is steamed and ready in case of an ‘emergency–level

“Check.”