The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 37

-Ava’s POV-

Grayson was going to kill my father.

In all actuality, he was going to kill my father. | watched paralyzed as Grayson'’s claws tightened around my

father and it 1 like | forgot how to move.

Or maybe I didn’t want to because I didn’t know whose side to pick.

Did | even know whose side | was on anymore?

After what felt like an eternity, Grayson let him go. My father staggered back and didn’t miss a beat, throwing his

head ba with a dark, bitter laugh. That sound... it only fueled the rage radiating from Grayson. His chest was

heaving, fists clencher tight

| could practically feel the lethal intent pouring off him in waves.

The anger that my father had fueled the moment we walked into his office and | was starting to regret telling

Grayson that my father would still be at the hospital not like it mattered, he was already driving in that direction.

| followed him as he stormed through the building, his strides powerful, purposeful. Two things were on my mind:

How the hell did he know exactly where my father’s office was?

And were people clearing the way because they recognizedas Luther Pierce’s daughter? Or because of the

look Grayson’s face?

| was betting it was the latter.

When we got to the office, my father was on the phone, and Grayson didn’t even bother knocking. He just

shoved the door open. Luther took one look at him and ended the call without hesitation, a cruel smile twisting

his lips.

“So he’s alive after all. Quite unfortunate.”

That was it. The moment that sentence left my father’s mouth, everything escalated. Grayson crossed the room

in an instant, grabbing Luther's coat and pulling him so close their noses almost touched. His voice was a low,

dangerous growl. “You sent them?”

Luther didn’t flinch. Not even with Grayson'’s claws extending, pressing into his throat. Instead, that sadistic

smile grew, his eyes gleaming. “Ah, the bastard finally reveals what he is.”

The laugh echoed off the walls, taunting, daring Grayson to do something. And for a second, | thought he might.

| could see the raw fury in his eyes, the animal inside him itching to tear my father apart.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

I moved before | could think, stepping between them. “Alright, that’s enough”

Luther's smile faltered, just for a second, before he glanced down atwith an expression that was both

amused and condescending. “Ah, my ungrateful, disowned daughter chooses to defend me. How touching.”

He brushed off his coat like Grayson’s hands had left dirt on it

I looked at him, trying to keep my voice steady. “Did you do the

“Do what?” he asked, his tone so casual it made i my skin crawl. 1] nonchalance infuriated me.

“Send people to attack Grayson. To poison him with wolfsbane. Was that you?” | could barely keep the anger out

of my

09:01/ Fri, Dec 13

Chapter 37

voice.

92

Luther's smile disappeared. He met my eyes with that familiar look of disappointment that had hauntedmy

whole lif “In all the years I've raised you, taught you... I'm disappointed you even have to ask. Though, | suppose

| shouldn't be surprised. You've been quite the disappointment lately”

Grayson growled, and | instinctively raised my hand, pleading with him to stop. “Please,” | whispered.

| turned back to my father. He was inspecting his coat again, as if making sure there were no stains. Typical. And

I knew, in that moment, that he didn’t do it. My father had an ego the size of a mountain. If he were to come

after Grayson, he wouldn't hide in the shadows. He'd make sure everyone saw him coming.

Luther Pierce didn’t stoop to petty tricks. He played the long game.

| faced Grayson again, my eyes meeting his, trying to show him that | was telling the truth. “He didn’t order the

attack.”

Grayson’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering betweenand Luther. Then, finally, my father’s voice cut through

the to again, dripping with anger. “Of course I didn’t. And the only reason you aren’t being thrown through that

wall right now,” spat, his eyes narrowing at Grayson, “is because I'd never dirty my hands on filth like you. But

don’t test me, Blackwood.”

For a long moment, Grayson stood still, calculating. Deciding. Would he believe me? Would he let it go?

| took a breath, stepping forward again, keeping my voice soft. “Let's just go. You've been through enough. You

haven't rested. Please, Grayson, let's leave.”

Behind me, my father snorted. | shot him a glare that screamed really? He ignored me, sinking back into his

chair, dismissing the entire situation like it was beneath him.

| turned to Grayson again. “Please.”

There was a long pause, his body tense, every muscle coiled like he was still deciding whether or not to finish

what he'd started. But then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed. He gave a sharp nod, turning toward the door without

another glance at Luther.

| followed him, but before I could fully leave the office, my father’s voice echoed behind me, cold and cutting

“I might be a schemer, but unlike you, I'm not a slimy bastard. | wanted you dead, I'd be the one to plunge the

knife in And you may have found a way to kickout of your company, and take back the shares but I'll find a

way in.”

He shifted his gaze to me, his tone almost softening, but the words twisted in my gut. “As long as she’s with you,

no matter how stubborn she is, | won't stop coming for you until | have my daughter back. That ultimatum was

just the start.”

His words hitharder than | wanted to admit. My daughter. The way he said it... it hurt. It always did. | closed

my eyes for a moment, trying to push the feelings down, but they lingered.

Grayson'’s voice cut through my thoughts, cold and final. “Then we both know how this story ends. One of us has

to die And it won't be me.”

With that, he slammed the door behind him, leaving the finality of his words hanging in the air. | stood there for a

moment. letting it sink in before my legs finally moved, carryingout of the office and into the hallway where

Grayson was already striding away.

| followed, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened. I'd known this confrontation was coming,

but nothing had preparedfor it to feel this... inevitable. Like a line had been crossed that couldn't be

uncrossed. And no

dead. matter which side 1 picked, someone would end up

Grayson didn’t say anything as we walked to the car. His expression was unreadable, cold as ever, but | knew

this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot

09:01 Fri, Dec 13 TG-

Chapter 37

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

And my father’s words kept playing in my head.

92

| closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My mind drifted to Dylan, wondering if things

had been easier with him, even with the abuse. A small, dark part ofquestioned whether that life had been

less complicated. But shoved that thought away instantly. It was a dangerous line of thinking. No, things hadn't

been better-they had been wors

Yet here | was, feeling like my head was constantly pounding, my body aching from the relentless whirlwind that

was Grayson Blackwood. Ever since our worlds collided, | hadn't known peace.

I was exhausted.

So damn tired of the endless chaos

He wouldn't even talk about the treatment- the very reason behind our contract. My life had spiraled out of

control since the moment Grayson took over. Everything felt foreign, like | was a passenger on a ride that had no

brakes.

“How did | end up here?” | groaned, the frustration pouring out oflike a dam breaking. | didn’t even care that

I sai out loud.

“You askedto end your abusive marriage. | did,” Grayson's voice was calm but dripped with sarcasm. He

didn’t look at me, just focused on the road ahead. “I offered you a contract, you signed, and now the world has

decided they will be agains us being together.”

The way he said it madelaugh shaking my head.

“I don’t even know what to say or do anymore,” | muttered. My stomach chose that moment to betraywith a

loud rumble. | blushed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I was supposed to grab dinner with Bels before I got

the news that you were missing.” | added quietly, feeling the need to explain why | was so hungry.

Grayson glanced at me, his expression softening, if only for a split second. “What do you want to eat?”

| shrugged, still embarrassed. “I guess a pizza would be okay.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he just switched lanes, his hands gripping the wheel with purpose. I blinked,

confused.

“What are you doing?” | asked, noticing the sharp turn he’d just taken.

The smile that curved his lips was subtle but enough to make my skin heat up.

“I know a place,”

SEND GIFT