The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 288

-Ava’s POV-

“I now pronounce you-

“Wait! Hold on, hold on,” Isabella suddenly cut in, making the priest stop mid–sentence.

Beside me, Grayson let out a deep sigh, the kind that sounded like he was reevaluating every decision that had led him to this moment. I could practically feel the frustration radiating off him, but he kept his face impassive.

Barely.

Rickon, standing opposite Isabella, grinned widely, clearly delighted by whatever nonsense was about to come out of her mouth.

“Bels,” I muttered under my breath, already exasperated.

“What?” she whispered back before turning dramatically to the priest. “I just realized something very important.”

The priest, an older man who looked like he had officiated one too many weddings in his lifetime, let out a very slow, very tired sigh. “What is it now?”

Rickon leaned in eagerly. “Yes, what is it, my love?”

Grayson made a strangled noise beside me, his jaw tightening. He looked like he was seconds away from throwing both Rickon and Isabella off the altar.

Isabella beamed at Rickon before turning back to the priest. “I think we need more dramatic vows. Ours were too normal.”

I closed my eyes.

Rickon gasped in fake shock, “You’re right. What were we thinking? A once–in–a–lifetime moment and we didn’t make it absolutely ridiculous?”

The priest looked up at the heavens like he was seeking divine patience.

Meanwhile, the guests were shifting in their seats, some looking highly entertained, others very much not.

“You already said your vows twice,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “The one from the first wedding and the one you just tortured us with. And now you want to add more?”

Isabella shot me a look, “The first wedding doesn’t count, and you rushed us just now. What if generations from now, people look back and say, wow, their wedding was boring?”

“Who the hell is going to look back?!” I snapped, then exhaled, trying to reel in my patience.

The priest pinched the bridge of his nose but, to his credit, did not scold them, “Would you like to rewrite your vows right now?”

Isabella tapped her chin thoughtfully, “No, that’s too much work. I’ll just add an extra bit.”

“Oh, excellent,” Rickon said, straightening, “Then me too.”

Grayson’s voice came then, low and filled with barely restrained anger. “No one is rewriting or saying any vows again.”

He turned his attention to the priest. “Finish it.”

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Isabella snorted, then reached into the top of her dress, pulling out a folded bill. She handed it to Rickon, who grinned, pocketing it smoothly. “Told you he would snap in less than five minutes”

“You were

his brows, “Oh, come on, Ava. You should’ve bet against us. Would’ve made a nice little profit.”

Unbelievable.

He

you both husband and wife.”

He grabbed Isabella and dipped her low, kissing her so dramatically that some guests clapped, while

my eyes and stepped closer to Grayson, who looked like

whispered, “I have a

fading the second he met mine. His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. He simply exhaled

My heart swelled.

mixing with mine, the primal bond we

wrapped my arms around him. My lips brushed against his neck, and I heard him take

grip on me tightened.

growled low in approval, and my fangs

you, Grayson Blackwood,” I whispered

hesitation, I sank my teeth into him.

between us, so strong

eruption of energy,

Our bond.

was instant.

intensity of them nearly stealing my breath. The weight of his love, the possessiveness, the

I knew he felt

arms tightening around me like he never wanted to let go. His breath

the first time, there were no walls

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Just us

slightly, my lips brushing against the

open, wild and dark with emotion. His hands framed my face, and in that moment, the world didn’t

Nothing else mattered.

“Ava,” He rasped.

breathless.

kissed me.

wasn’t just any kiss.

desperation, a claim

it was distant, a murmur against the roar of our bond settling into

pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine.

He murmured, his voice rough, like he was still coming down

grinned, “I always

a way only I ever

side, Rickon clapped obnoxiously loud, “That was

I should’ve

them, his irritation returning

threading my fingers

this wedding was, it was

I wouldn’t change a single thing.

and–unsurprisingly–chaotic. Even after everything, some small, restless part of me kept waiting for something dramatic to happen. Maybe an enemy attack. Maybe an unexpected betrayal. Maybe some long–lost threat from the past coming back to ruin the

It was ridiculous.

last night when I double–checked the guest list, making sure it was only

this time.