The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 

-Ava’s POV- 

My body felt alien yet entirely my own, every muscle humming with raw, untamed power. The scents of blood, sweat, and fear assaulted my heightened senses, sharper and more vivid than I could have imagined. 

I lifted my head, and a snarl ripped from my throat, vibrating through the chaos like a thunderclap. Every wolf froze. Their glowing eyes, bright with aggression, snapped to me. Even the one pinning Isabella hesitated, its jaws loosening just enough to allow her a gasp of air. 

There was no thought. My wolf had taken control. 

I lunged forward, my paws slamming against the ground, closing the distance between us in a blur. The wolf on Isabella turned to meet me, its fangs bared and dripping with blood, but it was too slow. I slammed into it with everything I had, sending it sprawling across the dirt. My jaws found its throat before it could recover, and with a feral growl, I ripped into it. 

The taste of blood filled my mouth, metallic and bitter, but I didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care. It was over in seconds, and I spun around, my chest heaving, to face the others who dared to attack her. 

Isabella, battered and bloody, struggled to her feet. Her brown fur was matted, her body trembling, but her amber eyes found mine, wide with shock. And then, in a instant, I felt our mind link snap into place, clear and solid like a lifeline. 

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“You… shifted,” her voice rasped weakly through the link, her disbelief and awe cutting through the chaos. 

“I did,” I sent back, my own voice trembling with a mix of triumph and urgency. “But we need to get you out of here!” 

As I blocked another oncoming attack, Isabella’s voice was a whisper in my mind. “Rickon.” 

and my eyes darted to the silver–gray wolf tearing through the battlefield. 

The name jolted through me like lightnin 

was Rickon. But realization didn’t slow the storm around us. There were too many Suddenly, it clicked. That wolf–it enemies, too much blood, and we were vastly outnumbered. 

“We can’t stay here!” I barked through the link, shoving another wolf away as it lunged for Isabella. My mind raced as I reached out to the one person my wolf called out to on instinct. 

The connection slammed into place with an almost physical force. I felt his shock ripple through the bond, raw and unguarded. 

“Ava?!” His voice was like a road in my mind, filled with disbelief and something deeper–something that warmed the fire coursing through me. 

“Yes. It’s me but there no time!” I sent back sharply, ducking under a wolf’s snapping jaws. “We need to get out of here. There are too many of them!” 

There was a pause, and then his reply came, firm and steady. “Ava, take Isabella and go. Rickon and I will meet you back at the mansion.” 

“No!” I protested, my wolf bristling at the thought of leaving him behind. “I’m not leaving you!” 

“Ava, his voice softened, an edge of command threading through the bond, “I’ll be okay, I promise, Go. Now 

My heart twisted, but his determination left no room for argument. I turned to Isabella, who was barely standing, her legs trembling beneath her. “We’re leaving I told her through the link my voice leaving tio room for argument. Grayson and Rickon will meet us back at the mansion.” 

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I tore through the chaos, my wolf carving a path through the throng of attackers. My paws pounded against the blood- soaked ground, adrenaline surging as I moved. Isabella followed closely, her breaths labored and shallow. 

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The city became a blur of shadows and blood, the snarls of wolves fading behind us as we pushed forward. My mind was a storm of emotions–rage at being forced to retreat, fear for Grayson and Rickon, and a newfound power surging within me. 

But above all, I felt the burning determination to protect Isabella 

The streets opened up ahead, and the towering gates of Grayson’s estate loomed into view, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. My paws hit the cobblestones with a deafening rhythm, and I pushed harder, my muscles screaming with the effort. 

Finally, we crossed into the estate. The moment we were inside, I collapsed onto the soft grass, my breaths heaving as the shift reversed itself. Paîn surged through my body as my wolf receded, leaving me trembling and human once more. 

Isabella fell beside me, her body trembling as she shifted back into her human form. Her skin was pale, her frame littered with gashes and bruises, blood soaking her clothes. 

“Help!” I screamed hoarsely, my voice echoing across the grounds. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw movement. Men were moving around the estate, their faces grim, but my focus remained on Isabella. She was slipping, her breaths shallow and uneven. 

Someone broke through the crowd, a blanket in her hands. Brianna. She dropped to her knees, draping the blanket over me and Isabella. “Luna, here,” she said quickly. 

“Thank you,” I said breathlessly, already turning back to Isabella Brianna, I need men. Now.” 

Brianna nodded, before running off and in no time she returned with two men. Together, we hoisted Isabella’s limp form. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her blood soaking into the blanket wrapped around her. 

We moved quickly, the halls of the mansion a blur as we carried her to my room. My heart was pounding, fear clawing at me as I laid her down on the bed. My medical instincts kicked in immediately. My hands moved on autopilot as I tightened the 

anned the room. I needed a first aid kit and I had ensured that I had one kept in my room. 

sheet around myses 

Brianna’s voice startled me. 

. “Luna, is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, her voice small but steady. 

I turned to find her still standing by the door, her eyes wide with worry as she took in Isabella’s battered form. For a moment, I hadn’t even realized she was still there. 

“Yes,” I said quickly, my voice sharper than I intended. I softened it as I continued. “There’s a bowl on the dresser. Fill it with water and bring it here. Then grab the clean towels from the cabinet by the bathroom door.” 

She nodded without hesitation, her footsteps fading as she hurried to follow my instructions. 

I found the first aid kit under my bed, just where I’d left it, and rushed back to Isabella’s side. My hands trembled slightly as I opened the kit and started pulling out supplies–alcohol wipes, Bandages, stitching needles, and antiseptic cream. 

When Brianna returned with the water and towels, I didn’t even look up. “Set it down next to me, I said, already dabbing at a particularly deep gash on Isabella’s side. 

“She’s bleeding a lot, Brianna murmured, her voice shaky. 

She’s strong,” I replied, my tone firm, as much for myself as for her. “She’s going to be fine.” 

1 worked methodically, cleaning the wounds, applying pressure here the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Brianna handed me supplies as I needed them, her hands steady despite the fear I cild see etched on her face, 

As I wiped away the blood from a particularly nasty gash on tal law arm, I noticed something mirarilous The torn flesh was beginning to knit itself together, slowly but surely, Reller floded through me, and I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d 

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been holding. 

“She’s healing,” I said softly, more to myself than to Brianna. 

Brianna leaned closer, her voice hesitant. “So she is going to be okay?” 

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“Yes. Bels will be okay,” I replied, saying it more to myself than her, “But she’s lost a lot of blood. She needs time, and she needs rest.” 

I paused, placing a soft kiss on her forehead then began wrapping a bandage around her arm and then a sharp knock sounded at the door. 

“Ava! Are you in there? Eliza’s voice was muffled but unmistakable. 

I stood, wrapping the sheet more tightly around myself as I crossed to the door. Pulling it open, I barely had time to register Eliza’s presence before she threw her arms around me. 

“Oh, thank God,” she breathed, her grip tight. “You’re okay.” 

I hugged her back briefly, then stepped aside to let her in. Her gaze immediately went to Isabella, lying pale and motionless on the bed. 

“Oh my God,” Eliza whispered, her hands flying to her mouth. 

“She’ll be fine,” I assured her, my voice firm. “She just needs time to rest and heal.” 

Eliza nodded, though her eyes remained fixed on Isabella’s battered form. “I told Liam,” she said quickly. “He’s already sent men out. They’re on their way to help Grayson.” 

“Good,” I said, turning back to my dresser to grab some clothes. I need to get dressed.” 

As I pulled on a loose pair of sweats and a T–shirt, I reached out to Grayson through the mental link. The effort felt like slamming into a brick wall. He had closed himself off from me.