The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson)
My Billionaire King 37

Chapter 37

-Ava's POV-

Grayson was going to kill my father.

In all actuality, he was going to kill my father. I watched paralyzed as Grayson's claws tightened around my father and it 1 like I forgot how t

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

Did I even know whose side I 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

I 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 I 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.

I 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 recognized me as Luther Pierce's daughter? Or because of the look Grayson's face? I 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 too

"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 Lut Luther didn't flinch. Not even with Grayson's claws extending, pressing into his throat. Instead, that sadistic smile grew, his eyes gleaming." The laugh echoed off

the walls, taunting, daring Grayson to do something. And for a second, I thought he might. I could see the raw fury in

his eyes, the animal inside him itching to tear my father apart.

I moved before I could think, stepping between them. “Alright, that's enough"

Luther's smile faltered, just for a second, before he glanced down at me with an expression that was both amused and condescending. “Ah

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?" I could barely keep the anger out of my

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Luther's smile disappeared. He met my eyes with that familiar look of disappointment that had haunted me my whole lif "In all the years I've Grayson growled, and I instinctively raised my hand, pleading with him to stop. "Please," I whispered.

I 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, t Luther Pierce didn't stoop to petty tricks. He played the long game.

I faced Grayson again, my eyes meeting his, trying to show him that I was telling the truth. “He didn't order the attack.”

Grayson's jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between me and Luther. Then, finally, my father's voice cut through the to again, dripping with a For a long moment, Grayson stood still, calculating. Deciding. Would he believe me? Would he let it go?

I took a breath, stepping forward again, keeping my voice soft. "Let's just go. You've been through enough. You haven't rested. Please, Gray Behind me, my father snorted. I shot him a glare that screamed really? He ignored me, sinking back into his chair, dismissing the entire situ

I 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 ga I 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. I wanted you dead, I'd be the one to plunge the knife in And you may have fo

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, I won't stop coming for you until I have my daughter back. That ultimatum was just the start."

His words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. My daughter. The way he said it... it hurt. It always did. I closed my eyes for a moment, tryir 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. I stood there for a moment. letting it sink in be I followed, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened. I'd known this confrontation was coming, but nothing had prepared me dead. matter which side 1 picked, someone would end up

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

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I closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My mind drifted to Dylan, wondering if things had been easier with him, e better-they had been wors

Yet here I was, feeling like my head was constantly pounding, my body aching from the relentless whirlwind that was Grayson Blackwood. E

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 I was a passenger on a ride that had no brakes.

"How did I end up here?" I groaned, the frustration pouring out of me like a dam breaking. I didn't even care that

I sai out loud.

“You asked me to end your abusive marriage. I did," Grayson's voice was calm but dripped with sarcasm. He didn't look at me, just focused you a contract, you signed, and now the world has decided they will be agains us being together."

The way he said it made me laugh shaking my head.

"I don't even know what to say or do anymore," I muttered. My stomach chose that moment to betray me with a loud rumble. I blushed, feeli Grayson glanced at me, his expression softening, if only for a split second. "What do you want to eat?"

I 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?” I 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,"