The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 264

Chapter 264

-tax Pov

I wasn’t scared.

There was a time when I would have been. A time when just being near him, just hearing his voice, would have sent a chill down my spine. A time when I hated him, but fear had overshadowed that hate, paralyzing me in ways I didn’t even understand back then.

But that time had passed.

Now, as my eyes clashed with his in the rearview mirror, all I felt was cold, simmering rage.

“What is the meaning of this? Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice steady, controlled.

Dylan’s lips curled into a slow, smug smile. It wasn’t amused–it was taunting, laced with the kind of arrogance that came from knowing he had the upper hand. “That’s your question?” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “Not Did I kill my uncle? Not How did I manage to get into this car without anyone noticing? Or what is happening back there?”

My wolf stirred inside me, growling low and deep, scratching at the surface, ready to rip him apart. But I forced her down.

Because I knew what this was.

Whatever sick, twisted game he was trying to play, whatever reaction he was trying to get out of me, I wasn’t giving it to him.

So I ignored his taunt. And I repeated, calmly, firmly, “Where are you taking me?”

For a moment, his smile faltered. It was just a flicker, so quick I might have imagined it. Then it returned, darker this time, full of something cruel and malicious.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something unreadable as he said, “You know, when you and I were together, we never really got to do things together.” He let out a slow breath, almost like he was reminiscing, “That’s a shame, isn’t it? But don’t worry, Ava.” His grip on the wheel tightened slightly. “I’m making up for lost time. You and I? We’re going on a little trip.

A trip.

That was when I decided I’d had enough.

I shut my eyes for a fraction of a second, reaching out with my mind, focusing my energy, reaching for Grayson.

Nothing.

I tried again.

Still nothing.

A sharp, unsettling sensation crawled down my spine.

I clenched my jaw and reached out again, this time for Isabella and felt the same emptiness.

It was like I was screaming into a void. No connection. No link. No response.

Dylan let out another low laugh, this time completely devoid of humor. Like he knew exactly what I had just tried to do.

He said mockingly, shaking his head. “You really think I’d let you call for help?” His fingers tapped against the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern. “The

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waste of time.”

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I didn’t let the panic settle. Instead, I felt my wolf rise, fury burning through me like fire.

Dylan noticed.

and for the first time since this car started moving, something

drive us into the nearest tree. And I promise you, Ava, that your body might survive it–but those things inside you?”

entire body went still.

made me listen–it was logic. A car crash wasn’t the way I was going to fight him. If I

My nails dug into my

now, “What the hell is this, Dylan? What do you

long moment, he

spoke, it was slow, deliberate–like he was savoring every single

“From the very beginning. From the moment I started all of

a faint, eerie glow crackled around them–like remnants of magic slipping through his

How–What the hell?

then I

jarring sensation in my chest, like something twisting, unraveling, pulling at a thread

mind reeling as something–a memory,

Dylan

quiet it was almost drowned out by the hum of the engine, “To make you believe I was

in

caught in my throat as his words settled,

months–weeks–wondering why I had felt something for him when Grayson was my fated mate. Why I had been drawn to him. Why I

had

had never been real.

bond I thought I had

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had never been

that I had stopped breathing until 1 exhaled shakily, barely managed to find

sharper, crueler, like I couldn’t even

the fact that he had just admitted to manipulating my mind, “that’s not the focus

into fists on my lap, nails pressing so hard into my skin that I could

Not the focus.

Not the focus.

rip

seat, grab him by the throat, and make him focus on it–make him tell me

he did it.