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 betting

should’ve bet against us. Would’ve made a nice little

Unbelievable.

them anymore. He simply cleared his throat and spoke the words that sealed them

pronounce you both husband

grabbed Isabella and dipped her low, kissing her so dramatically that some guests clapped, while others just looked done.

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

eyes,” I whispered, “I have a surprise

the irritation in his eyes fading the second he met mine. His brows lifted slightly,

My heart swelled.

with mine, the primal bond we had both been craving

pushed up onto my toes, still barely reaching him even in my heels, and wrapped my arms around him. My lips brushed against his neck, and

grip on

growled low in approval, and my fangs lengthened in

Grayson Blackwood,” I whispered against his

I sank my teeth into him.

warmth and power surged between us, so strong that I gasped against him.

moment, there was silence–then an eruption of energy, something raw and unbreakable

Our bond.

was instant.

nearly stealing my breath. The weight of his love, the possessiveness, the fierce protectiveness, and something deep, something even

I knew he felt

shuddered, his arms tightening around me like he never wanted to let go. His breath was ragged against my

first time, there were

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back slightly, my lips brushing against the mark

snapped open, wild and dark with emotion. His hands framed my face, and in

Nothing else mattered.

“Ava,” He rasped.

breathless. “I know”

he kissed me.

kiss–this wasn’t just any kiss.

and desperation, a claim and a

the roar of our bond settling into place, stronger than anything I had

pulled back slightly, his

like he was still coming down from the rush

grinned, “I always was

eyes softened in a way only I ever got to see.

side, Rickon clapped obnoxiously loud, “That was way more dramatic than ours.”

“Damn. I should’ve

turned toward them, his

laughed, threading my fingers through his.

this wedding was,

I wouldn’t change

kept waiting for

It was ridiculous.

it last night when I

this time.