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”

them, “You were

come on, Ava. You should’ve bet

Unbelievable.

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

now pronounce you both husband

Isabella and dipped her low, kissing her so dramatically that some

eyes and stepped closer to Grayson, who looked like

your eyes,” I whispered, “I have a

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,

My heart swelled.

her anticipation mixing with mine, the primal bond we had both been craving for too long surging forward.

reaching him even in my heels, and wrapped my arms around him. My lips brushed against his

grip on

fangs lengthened in response to

love you, Grayson Blackwood,” I whispered

I sank my teeth into him.

us,

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

Our bond.

was instant. Overwhelming.

felt everything–all of him. His emotions poured into me, the sheer intensity of them nearly stealing my breath. The weight of his love, the possessiveness, the fierce protectiveness, and

knew he felt me,

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

the first time, there were no walls between

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Just us

lips brushing against the mark

His hands framed my face, and in that

Nothing else mattered.

“Ava,” He rasped.

smiled, breathless. “I know”

kissed me.

just any kiss. This was

was fire and storm, devotion and desperation, a claim

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

his forehead resting against

he was still coming

“I

in a way only I ever

clapped obnoxiously loud, “That was

snorted, “Damn. I should’ve bitten

them, his irritation returning full force. “I swear-”

threading my

as this wedding was,

change a single thing.

after everything, some small, restless part of me kept waiting for something dramatic to happen. Maybe an enemy attack.

It was ridiculous.

me about it last night when I double–checked the guest list, making sure

this time.