The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

-Ava’s POV-

The wind roared around us, tearing at my hair, filling the air with the sharp scent of salt. The ship rocked beneath my feet, the waves slamming against the steel hull as if the ocean itself could sense the battle unfolding between us.

The night sky stretched endlessly above, dark and unforgiving, mirroring the darkness Dylan carried and the words had barely left his lips before he shoved me.

Hard.

I didn’t even have time to scream.

My body crashed against the floor, the impact sending a sharp, brutal pain tearing through me. A cry burst from my lips as I clutched my stomach, my fingers trembling against my skin. My breath came in ragged gasps, my pulse pounding in my

ears.

But something was wrong because I had healed from the beating he gave me before.

My wounds should have closed, my body should have recovered–but the pain was still there, sharp and searing, as if something was holding it in place even after I had healed.

Dylan crouched beside me, his smirk deepening. His voice was soft, almost amused like he could read my mind, “It’s a spell to induce pain and keep it in place.”

A spell.

My mind reeled, my thoughts spiraling back to the moment in the car–when he had moved his fingers and there was residue of magic.

I forced myself to meet his gaze. My voice came out hoarse, “How… how can you do magic?”

Dylan tilted his head, watching me like a predator watches its prey. “My mother was obsessed with it,” He said lazily. “She passed it down to me. There are dark objects that help channel magic. You just have to know the right words.”

A sick feeling twisted in my stomach, The right words?”

He smiled. “That’s what I used to make you believe you were my mate.”

“Why?” The question ripped from my throat, thick with anger before I could think twice about it even though I think he would me this time, “Why did you do it? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me this much?”

Dylan exhaled, rising to his feet, his movements slow, deliberate. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp edge of his jaw, the cold glint in his eyes.

“Hate?” He mused. “No, Ava. This was never about hate.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my mind racing. I needed to get up. Needed to think.

Keep him talking.

it about?”

vast stretch of dark water that surrounded us. No

believe I was your mate. Made me-”

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steady my breathing. “Why? What was the point? What did you gain

now that I think of it was but not my hate of you. That came later when I realized you had been a waste of my time. It was my hate of the Blackwoods.”

myself to breathe, ignoring the sharp

his gaze drifting to the restless ocean beyond us again, “My father was never one to show emotions,” He continued, his voice

His jaw clenched.

voice sharp as a blade. “Because of Grayson’s father. A madman who should have been put down. But the realm–the mighty, pathetic realm–was

story. Knew what had happened to Dylan’s mother. It wasn’t a

on, “But I told myself I wouldn’t be like the rest of them. I wouldn’t be a coward. I would get revenge on the

“And then I overhead a conversation from my dear uncle-” his voice dripped with venom “–who always hated me, who put on such a good facade to

Blackwoods,” Dylan said, his smirk returning. “And how you–the perfect, untouchable princess of the Pierce–were tied to

stay still, but my heart slammed against my

you had no clue about

nails dug into my palms.

Dylan admitted. “But then Crystal

the mention of her name, a cold wave of rage swept through

important. And to my surprise, I actually liked her.” He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “You know what that’s like, right? The whole

voice sent fury coursing through

my skin. Trying to

to give

everything,” He muttered, his vo. “When you pulled that stupid stunt and Grayson took you.”

cold now.

fool could work in my favor. And Crystal–smart Crystal–told me to let Damien do all the

gaze flickered with something dark, something dangerous.

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smooth, confident, “led

between us, thick

against the ship.

The wind howled.