The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson)
My Billionaire King 60

Chapter 60

-Ava's POV-

1 hated to admit, but Rickon had been right. I needed to keep better company because the one I had, stayed up with me all night drinking a she was dating someone that she hoped would propose to her soon and Isabella shared stirrers about her huge family that I had met a num would kill for parents who dotted on me and the chaos that came with her family.

Despite everything. I wouldn't have wanted to spent my fake wedling night any other way.

The next morning. I dragged myself to Grayson's mansion to prepare for work, nursing a brutal hangover. Predictably, he wasn't there. But t Trying to mask the headache pounding in my skull, I somehow managed to pull myself together enough for work. One of the drivers droppe “Dr. Pierce, are you listening to me?”

I blinked, snapping back to the present, and forced a tight smiler Dr. Griffin, my supervisor. “Yes, sorry, I'm listening.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “I was briefing you on your first patient.”

I cleared my throat, attempting to look more focused. "Right, my apologies. I'm just... still adjusting to all the changes." I forced another smil

He seemed to soften, nodding slightly. "I understand. You did just get married yesterday. If you need more time-

"No, thank you." I shook my head quickly. Tve already taken enough time off. Grayson pushed our honeymoon forward. He's busy, too. I rea Liar. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but I forced myself to keep going, "I promise I'm ready for this."

Dr. Griffin gave a nod, seeming satisfied. "Very well. We're honored to have you. The Pierce family has quite the reputation, after all. I under

1 held back a scoff. Right, because that's why my mother was having me black listed. But I only nodded

politely, keeping my thoughts to myself.

"I'm ready, Dr. Griffin. I promise."

"Good," he said, handing me a file. “I'll introduce you to the patient."

1 followed him down the hallway, trying to think of how I could discreetly skim the file on the way. Thadn't been listening at all to his initial br aged woman asleep on the bed, with a teenage girl sitting by her side, holding her hand tightly. Dr. Griffin made quick introductions to the g As soon as the door shut, the girl's friendly expression shifted into a glare. “You're hungover," she accused.

I blinked, caught off guard. "I'm not hungover. Now, if you'll let me-

"Don't touch her,” she snapped, standing protectively over her mother. "I'm not letting some doctor who spent Sunday night. drinking get any 09:28 Mon, Dec 16 =

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Her tone grated against my-already-

pounding headache, but I held back a sigh. “Fine. You're right, I'm hungover." I admitted. “But it's only because yesterday was my wedding. She deadpanned, “You sound really sad.”

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let her words get to me. But it did. “And you sound like a brat." I snapped.

Her mouth quirked up in a smirk. Damn it. I'd walked right into that one.

“If I had said you were hungover you could just convince them otherwise. Now I have a reason to not want you to be her doctor.” She faked She made a move toward the door, and 1 panicked slightly: "Wait Hold on. We got off on the wrong foot." I took a deep breath, forcing myse She paused, folding her arms and studying me with a skeptical gaze. “Aren't you too young to be a doctor?"

I opened my mouth to answer and she rolled her eyes, "That was a

rhetorical question and I know you are. A friend from school took

a video of you saving that boy at the restaurant. Teachers are going to be using you as a key focus on Monday I'm sure to get us to," she ai

I raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you giving me such a hard time?”

She rolled her eyes again. “Because I don't like to learn stuff and I'm a teenager. It's what we do and that's how I knew you were hungover. Her words hit me harder than I expected. I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I swear, from now on. I

She stared at me for a long moment, then sighed, extending her hand reluctantly. "Mikayla"

I took her hand, shaking it firmly. “Ava Pierce.”

She looked me up and down, smirking slightly. “You haven't taken your husband's name yet?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question again, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. “The internet, Dr. Pierce. Do you old people not u shot billionaire. Good for you, I guess."

I laughed despite myself. "I thought you said I looked young"

"Well, not that young," she said with a shrug. "You're still 'old' enough to not know how to constantly use the internet and I'm sorry I was rud

1 nodded, swallowing back the pang of guilt gnawing at me. “I understand, Mikayla I shouldn't have shown up here hungover. Let's start ove For the first time. She smiled finally and I couldn't help but notice how striking she was. Beneath her guarded, hardened exterior, she had d big brown eyes, framed by thick lashes that hinted at a rare vulnerability. Her cheekbones were high, with a faint dusting of freckles scattere her age should have to

“Thank you,” she said, a little less defensive now, folding her arms across her chest but standing a bit closer

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what I was about to see "Alright, let's take a look at

your mom. I promise, Mikayla,

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I'll do my best."

A

She stepped aside, allowing me closer to the bed. Her mother lay there, pale and still, her chest rising and falling weakly with each labored Stage IV congestive heart failure. Her heart was weak, struggling with every beat, and the medication could only do so much to ease the bu

I gently reached for her wrist, checking her pulse. It was faint but steady, a small victory in this battle that was as much hers as it was ours. were searching my face for some hidden truth

After a moment, I released her mother's hand and turned back to Mikayla, who was still watching me intently. Her expression was unreadab I felt my throat tighten. It was the question every doctor dreads-

having to balance between realism and hope, especially when facing the unrelenting grip of a chronic condition. But there was a flicker of p I knelt beside Mikayla, looking her straight in the eyes. "It's hard to say," I admitted softly. "But there's a chance. Your mom is fighting hard, a She podded slowly, looking back at her mother. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and a fragile smile touched her lips. "Thank you. I just.. I ne I nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her

shoulder. "It's going to be tough, but you're not alone in this. I'll be here for you both. And if you ever need to talk, I'm just down the hall." She looked up at me, her defenses finally breaking down as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Thank you, Dr. Pierce. It means a lot to I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and then gathered my things to I

Chapter 60

-Ava's POV-

1 hated to admit, but Rickon had been right. I needed to keep better company because the one I had, stayed up with me all night drinking a she was dating someone that she hoped would propose to her soon and Isabella shared stirrers about her huge family that I had met a num would kill for parents who dotted on me and the chaos that came with her family.

Despite everything. I wouldn't have wanted to spent my fake wedling night any other way.

The next morning. I dragged myself to Grayson's mansion to prepare for work, nursing a brutal hangover. Predictably, he wasn't there. But t Trying to mask the headache pounding in my skull, I somehow managed to pull myself together enough for work. One of the drivers droppe “Dr. Pierce, are you listening to me?"

I blinked, snapping back to the present, and forced a tight smiler Dr. Griffin, my supervisor. “Yes, sorry, I'm listening."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “I was briefing you on your first patient."

I cleared my throat, attempting to look more focused. "Right, my apologies. I'm just... still adjusting to all the changes." I forced another smil He seemed to soften, nodding slightly. "I understand. You did just get married yesterday. If you need more time-

“No, thank you.” I shook my head quickly. Tve already taken enough time off. Grayson pushed our honeymoon forward. He's busy, too. I re Liar. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but I forced myself to keep going, “I promise I'm ready for this."

Dr. Griffin gave a nod, seeming satisfied. "Very well. We're honored to have you. The Pierce family has quite the reputation, after all. I under

1 held back a scoff. Right, because that's why my mother was having me black listed. But I only nodded

politely, keeping my thoughts to myself.

"I'm ready, Dr. Griffin. I promise."

“Good,” he said, handing me a file. “I'll introduce you to the patient."

1 followed him down the hallway, trying to think of how I could discreetly skim the file on the way. Thadn't been listening at all to his initial br aged woman asleep on the bed, with a teenage girl sitting by her side, holding her hand tightly. Dr. Griffin made quick introductions to the g

As soon as the door shut, the girl's friendly expression shifted into a glare. "You're hungover," she accused.

I blinked, caught off guard. “I'm not hungover. Now, if you'll let me-

"Don't touch her,” she snapped, standing protectively over her mother. "I'm not letting some doctor who spent Sunday night. drinking get any

09:28 Mon, Dec 16 =

Chapter 60

+87%

Her tone grated against my-already-

pounding headache, but I held back a sigh. "Fine. You're right, I'm hungover." I admitted. "But it's only because yesterday was my wedding. She deadpanned, “You sound really sad.”

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let her words get to me. But it did. “And you sound like a brat." I snapped.

Her mouth quirked up in a smirk. Damn it. I'd walked right into that one.

“If I had said you were hungover you could just convince them otherwise. Now I have a reason to not want you to be her doctor.” She faked

She made a move toward the door, and 1 panicked slightly: "Wait Hold on. We got off on the wrong foot." I took a deep breath, forcing myse

She paused, folding her arms and studying me with a skeptical gaze. “Aren't you too young to be a doctor?"

I opened my mouth to answer and she rolled her eyes, "That was a

rhetorical question and I know you are. A friend from school took

a video of you saving that boy at the restaurant. Teachers are going to be using you as a key focus on Monday I'm sure to get us to,” she ai

I raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you giving me such a hard time?"

She rolled her eyes again. “Because I don't like to learn stuff and I'm a teenager. It's what we do and that's how I knew you were hungover.

Her words hit me harder than I expected. I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. “I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I swear, from now on. I

She stared at me for a long moment, then sighed, extending her hand reluctantly. “Mikayla”

I took her hand, shaking it firmly. “Ava Pierce.”

She looked me up and down, smirking slightly. “You haven't taken your husband's name yet?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the question again, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "The internet, Dr. Pierce. Do you old people not u shot billionaire. Good for you, I guess."

I laughed despite myself. "I thought you said I looked young"

"Well, not that young," she said with a shrug. "You're still 'old' enough to not know how to constantly use the internet and I'm sorry I was rud

1 nodded, swallowing back the pang of guilt gnawing at me. “I understand, Mikayla I shouldn't have shown up here hungover. Let's start ove For the first time. She smiled finally and I couldn't help but notice how striking she was. Beneath her guarded, hardened exterior, she had d big brown eyes, framed by thick lashes that hinted at a rare vulnerability. Her cheekbones were high, with a faint dusting of freckles scattere

her age should have to

"Thank you," she said, a little less defensive now, folding her arms across her chest but standing a bit closer

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what I was about to see "Alright, let's take a look at

your mom. I promise, Mikayla,

09:28 Mon, Dec 16

Chapter 60

I'll do my best."

A

She stepped aside, allowing me closer to the bed. Her mother lay there, pale and still, her chest rising and falling weakly with each labored Stage IV congestive heart failure. Her heart was weak, struggling with every beat, and the medication could only do so much to ease the bu

I gently reached for her wrist, checking her pulse. It was faint but steady, a small victory in this battle that was as much hers as it was ours. were searching my face for some hidden truth

After a moment, I released her mother's hand and turned back to Mikayla, who was still watching me intently. Her expression was unreadab

I felt my throat tighten. It was the question every doctor dreads-

having to balance between realism and hope, especially when facing the unrelenting grip of a chronic condition. But there was a flicker of p

I knelt beside Mikayla, looking her straight in the eyes. “It's hard to say,” I admitted softly. “But there's a chance. Your mom is fighting hard, a She podded slowly, looking back at her mother. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and a fragile smile touched her lips. "Thank you. I just.. I ne

I nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be tough, but you're not alone in this. I'll be here for you both. And if you ever need to talk, I'm just down the hall."

She looked up at me, her defenses finally breaking down as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Thank you, Dr. Pierce. means a lot to t

I gave her shoulder a

gentle squeeze and then gathered my things to leave when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I brought it out abd my heart raced.

Just seeing his name on my phone alone was enough to do that.

I opened the next and read:

I'll send someone to get you after work. We need to talk about what you said on the altar. About not ending the contract

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eave when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I brought it out abd my heart raced.

Just seeing his name on my phone alone was enough to do that.

I opened the next and read:

I'll send someone to get you after work. We need to talk about what you said on the altar. About not ending the contract

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