The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 276

-Ava's POV-

Grayson.

It was Grayson.

The massive blur of fur, the weight that had slammed into Dylan-it was him.

I could barely process it. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, my body frozen where Dylan had just almost killed me. Everything around me was chaos. The ship rocked beneath me, the wind howled, and the ocean crashed against the sides.

And then-

Footsteps. Heavy. Rushed.

Men poured onto the deck from both sides, their movements sharp, purposeful. I hadn't even thought about it-if there had been anyone else on the ship-not with everything happening. But Dylan's wolves were here.

A deep growl rumbled from somewhere ahead, then another, and another. My breath caught. The scent of wolves filled the air, thick and suffocating. My body tensed on instinct.

I tried to move, tried to think, but I was still reeling-Grayson and Dylan fighting, the fear clinging to my skin, the exhaustion dragging me down like dead weight. My limbs wouldn't cooperate, my mind struggling to keep up-

Then suddenly-a hand grabbed me.

I screamed.

My body jerked back, my pulse exploding in my ears. My hands scrambled against the slick deck, ready to fight, to claw, to do anything to get away.

"Ava! It's me!"

Rickon's voice.

I blinked, breath still coming in sharp, uneven gasps. My eyes locked onto his, the icy blue of them grounding me for just a second. He was crouched beside me, his hand still gripping mine, his expression tight with urgency.

I shook my head, trying to clear the panic, but my body wouldn't stop trembling. Everything was happening too fast, too loud-

"Come on," Rickon urged. "We have to move."

I nodded-shaky, unsteady-but I pushed against the deck, trying to make it easier

for him to pull me up. My legs wobbled beneath me, my grip on his hand tightening as the world around me spun.

More growls. More movement. Dylan's wolves were closing in. Men were firing at them.

And Grayson-Grayson was still fighting.

my fingers tightening around Rickon's

"Grayson-"

get you to the powerboat. He's going to be fine, so what I need

"But

snapped, pulling

91%

snarling, bodies crashing against the deck. The ocean

I fought to keep my gaze ahead, I could feel it-Grayson

relief that kept me moving forward, pushing through the

were almost

rope

below.

Then-

A gunshot fired.

the air, so close

searing-ripping into my side. I

screamed until my knees buckled and I

cursed, dropping beside me. My breath came in ragged gasps, my hands pressing against my side-warm, wet-

it- Rickon started, but his voice cut off as another shot

It missed.

We both turned-

Crystal.

stood just a few feet away, her soaked hair plastered to her face, her eyes wild with fury. She gripped the gun tightly, her hands steady despite the storm raging around

it

face-rage carved into every line. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed me, hauling me into his arms, lifting me like

my teeth against the

was fading. My breath caught as I looked down, watching in shock as my skin knitted itself back together-faster

ever healed in

for a second, his breath hitching

Another gunshot fired.

grunted, his body jerking as the

barely had time to scream before his

He fell

Straight into the water

arm outstretched, fingers barely brushing his before the waves watlowed

"No-no, no, no-

rain pounding, against my skin. My heart was hammering, so hard I thought it inge

didn't even have time to process

ship's railing, My breath came fast and sharp, my

was the moment

barely see through the rain and darkness, but the moment stretched, slow and terrible. Dylan's wolves-some still in human form, others fully shifted- slipped over the edge, their bodies swallowed by the raging sea. Grayson and Dylan-locked in brutal combat-stumbled toward the edge, their growls lost beneath