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”

stared at them, “You were betting on

his brows, “Oh, come on, Ava. You should’ve bet against us. Would’ve

Unbelievable.

not even bothering to scold them anymore. He simply cleared his throat and spoke the words that sealed

you both

a single second. He grabbed Isabella and dipped her low, kissing her so dramatically that some guests clapped, while others just

stepped closer to Grayson, who looked like he was holding onto his

whispered, “I have

turned to me, the irritation in his eyes fading the second he met mine. His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. He simply exhaled and closed his eyes, trusting

My heart swelled.

mine, the primal bond we had both been craving for too long surging

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

on me tightened.

my fangs lengthened in

love you, Grayson Blackwood,” I whispered against his skin.

hesitation, I sank my teeth into him.

us, so strong that I gasped against

an eruption of

Our bond.

instant. Overwhelming.

me, the sheer intensity of them nearly stealing my breath. The

he felt

he never wanted to let go. His breath was ragged against my hair, his heartbeat thundering

the first time, there were no

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Just us

back slightly, my lips brushing against the

hands framed my face, and in that moment,

Nothing else mattered.

“Ava,” He rasped.

breathless.

kissed

any kiss. This was everything

a claim and a surrender

distant, a murmur against the roar of our bond

slightly, his forehead resting against

voice rough, like he was still coming down from the rush of

grinned, “I always

eyes softened in a way only

Rickon clapped obnoxiously loud, “That was way more dramatic than

I

them, his irritation

I just laughed, threading my fingers through his.

as chaotic as this wedding was, it

wouldn’t change a

an energy that was both celebratory and–unsurprisingly–chaotic. Even after everything, some small, restless part of me kept waiting for something dramatic to happen. Maybe an enemy attack.

It was ridiculous.

last night when I double–checked

this time.