The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson)
My Billionaire King 95

-Ava's POV-

I really should have chosen my words more carefully. What I should have said was, He used to be one of men.But no, I had to blurt out som ended like a fool.

my

father's

The thing was, my parents never let me associate with most pack members, especially not the omegas or warriors. They were insistent on

For most of my life, I did exactly as they said, too

afraid to push back against their strict, suffocating rules. It wasn't until I met Isabella and started to

replace my own voice-my own backbone-

that I dared to defy them. I began to get to know the pack members, realizing that they weren't “beneath” me. They were people— strong, capable, and often kinder than my parents ever were.

That's how I vaguely remembered the man. I'd seen him around a handful of times when I was younger, but it had been years since then. T to keep me disconnected from everyone.

And yet, here I was, standing in front of Grayson, trying to explain that he was making a mistake.

The moment those words left my lips-I know that man. He's one of my father's men-

I saw Grayson's expression shift. The cold, calculated anger he carried morphed into something far more dangerous. The muscles in his jav

In that instant, I knew what he was thinking. He was going to go after my father.

“Grayson, you're not listening to me!" I practically shouted, yanking at my hair in frustration. My voice echoed in the tense, blood- scented room. "My father didn't do this. For the hundredth time, he didn't do this!"

Grayson's glare didn't waver. “And how do you know that, Ava? Are you sure you're not just blinded by loyalty?"

“I'm sure,” I snapped back, stepping closer to him, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders. "My father has an obsession with appe Grayson didn't flinch. His voice was low, deadly. “You're not thinking this through. If your father isn't behind this, then why does his man turn "And you're not thinking it through either!" I shouted back, my voice breaking slightly. "Just because he used to work for my father doesn't m Rickon, standing off to the side, cleared his throat. "Maybe we should all just... take a minute to calm down. My chef is world- class, by the way. He could whip something up real quick to ease the tension."

I turned to him, incredulous. "Rickon, are you serious right now

“What?” he said with a shrug, completely unfazed. "I'm trying to help.

Isabella groaned. “Do you have to brag about everything? Couldn't you just say, my chef can make sornething?"

Rickon smirked, turning to her. “Do you have to complain about everything I say?"

“Guys, enough!” I snapped, spinning back toward Grayson, who looked even more furious now.

"You're always so eager to defend your father," Grayson said, his voice like ice. “Maybe I should just let you go back to him if you're so dete

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His words hit me like a punch to the chest. The hurt must have shown on my face because he hesitated, his eyes softening for just a mome Grayson let out a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Ava,” he muttered under his breath. Then, realizing that Rickor Rickon raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. But if you need me, I'll be..... not here.” He glanced at Isabella, who reluctantly followed hi Once we were alone, Grayson exhaled sharply and said, "Let's just go home."

I shook my head, crossing my arms. “No.”

“Ava,” he said, his voice gentler now. He reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you right now," I said firmly.

Grayson's jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might let me have my way. But then, in true Grayson fashion, he decided otherwis Without warning, he grabbed my hand again, ignoring my protests as he dragged me out of the room. "We're leaving. Now."

Once we stepped outside into the cool night air, I pulled my hand free, glaring at him. “Stop it, Grayson!"

We stood there, locked in a battle of wills, the tension crackling between us like a live wire, daring one of us to break first. My heart pounded suffocating knot. Grayson's glare bore into me, and I refused to back down, even though part of me wanted to.

My thoughts drifted back to the man inside-

the bloodied, scarred figure who had been chained to that chair. His presence didn't add up. I couldn't see how my father

could be connected to this. It wasn't just blind loyalty; it genuinely didn't make sense: My father, as obsessed with appearances as he was, But would Grayson listen? Of course not.

“Just get in the car,” Grayson's sharp voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present. His tone was flat, laced with exasper I knew he didn't mean it. Not really. The

promise to leave my father alone was a hollow one, made in the heat of the moment to

end the argument. And yet, I was too drained to fight him on it anymore.

Wordlessly, I marched to the car, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I yanked the door open and climbed inside, slamming it shut behi

Grayson followed moments later, his own frustration evident as he slammed his door

shut just as hard. The sound echoed like a thunderclap in the tense silence between us. Without a word, he started the engine, the growl of

I kept my gaze fixed firmly outside, watching the trees blur together as we

sped down the road. The night felt colder now, the dark sky pressing down on us like a heavy weight.

Minutes passed, each one stretching out longer than the last. I could feel Grayson's glances, quick and fleeting, as if he wanted to say som Finally, his voice broke the silence, softer now but still laced with tension. “I hate arguing with you."

His admission caught me off guard. My head turned slightly, though I still didn't look at him. "I don't like it either," I admitted quietly, my voic

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We sat in silence again, but this time it wasn't as sharp. The tension started to ebb, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

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Grayson sighed, his grip on the wheel relaxing slightly. "I don't want to fight about your father anymore. But you have to understand, Ava, I c rule him out either."

I nodded slowly, my gaze shifting to my hands. “I get it. I just... I need you to trust me when I say he wouldn't do this. Please.”

He glanced at me, his expression softening. "I'll try. That's the best I can promise right now."

A

It wasn't the resolution I wanted, but it was a start. A step forward, however small. I could live with that for now.

We drove on, the tension easing bit by bit as we both settled into a tentative truce. The road stretched out ahead of us, empty and quiet, the But then, out of nowhere, Grayson's body tensed. His sharp intake of breath

drew my attention, and I followed his gaze to the headlights of a truck barreling toward us from the opposite direction.

"Grayson!" I screamed, panic flooding my voice. "Look out!"

The truck was swerving, its trajectory wild and unpredictable. Grayson yanked the wheel hard to the side, trying to swerve out of the way, bɩ

The crash came with a deafening roar, metal colliding with metal in a sickening crunch. The force of the impact threw me forward, my seatb Pain exploded through me, sharp and all-

consuming, radiating from my shoulder and ribs. The world spun, a chaotic blur of shattered glass, the screech of tires, and the acrid smell

I heard Grayson shout something-my name, maybe-

but his voice sounded distant, drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears. My vision darkened at the edges, the pain fading into an overwh

And then, nothing.

Blackness swallowed me whole.