The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

-Grayson’s POV- 

“I’ll take it from here,” I said curtly, ending the call. My phone buzzed again almost immediately. 

I picked it up with a sigh. “What now, Rickon?” 

“You didn’t say thank you for getting the man who will lead you to the person after your company,” Rickon said, his voice practically dripping with smugness. 

If looks could kill, my glare through the phone would’ve done the job. I hung up without responding, ignoring the temptation to throw the phone across the room. 

The sound of the door opening drew my attention. Ava stepped in, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, water droplets trailing along her flushed skin. My wolf stirred immediately, and I felt it ripple through me, but I kept my expression neutral. 

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as her gaze met mine, and I knew she was thinking about last night–just as I was. I hadn’t planned for it to happen. Hell, I hadn’t even thought it was possible for someone like me to let go so 

completely. But Ava… she made the impossible happen. She always did. And last night had been nothing short of explosive. 

I cleared my throat as she opened her mouth to speak at the same time I said, “We need to talk.” 

She hesitated, then let out a small sigh, crossing the room to sit on the bed. Her eyes flickered to the mirror across from us, and her blush deepened even further. 

Before I could stop myself, I reached for her, pulling her toward me. 

“What… what are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and nervousness. 

I didn’t answer immediately. I guided her until she was sitting in front of me, her knees brushing against mine. My hands moved on their own, gently brushing damp strands of hair away from her face. 

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. “I thought you didn’t apologize,” she whispered, her voice catching slightly. 

A small smile tugged at my lips. “I guess I make exceptions when it comes to you.” 

Her expression softened, and she returned the smile before sighing. “I’m sorry too. For what I said about your wolf, for going after that man on my own… I really just wanted to help. And for lashing out at you when you saved me from jail. But even if he was a bad man, I still-” 

“It was self–defense,” I interrupted gently. “I know you’re not a murderer, Ava. We’ll find a way to work through this. Together.” 

Her shoulders sagged in relief, but I could see the weight of everything still lingering in her eyes. Just like the weight I carried. The list of unresolved problems was endless–finding out who was behind hitting our car that night, who was behind killing Alphas and the attack still, the curse hanging over my head, Rickon’s inevitable gloating, the fact that Elaine hated me, and the war we were somehow destined to stop. But maybe, just for now, I could push it all aside. But maybe–just maybe–I could push all of that aside, if only for a little while. Maybe that was why, deep down, I’d brought Ava here. To Paris. 

To escape. 

“You still with me?” Her voice broke through my thoughts, and blinked, realizing I’d zoned out. 

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Chapter 118 

“Yeah. Did you say something?” 

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She tilted her head, and the effect was disarming when her eyes shifted, gold flecks shimmering amidst the blue. “I said we still have things to talk about. Like how we’re always fighting” 

“Well then,” I said, leaning back slightly, “let’s stop fighting.” 

Her lips twitched. “And what about the fact that you don’t want kids?” 

“I’ll consider the possibility,” I replied. 

Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? Just like that?” 

“Yes.” 

She narrowed her eyes at me but quickly moved on. “And you can’t just whisk me off to another country without asking.” 

“Next time, I’ll ask you.” 

“Stop being so agreeable,” she huffed, but there was laughter in her voice. 

Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself smiling. “I don’t want to fight anymore, Ava. I have enough to deal with. The last thing I need is to worry about you leaving me while I’m at it. I want you to stay.” 

Her expression softened. “I want to stay too,” she said quietly. Then, with a sudden grin, she added, “But maybe we can fight just a little… I’m looking forward to all the makeup sex we’ll be having.” 

A laugh escaped me as I pulled her closer, cupping her face and kissing her softly. She kissed me back, her hands brushing against my chest before she pulled away with a laugh. 

“Not now,” she murmured. “I’m still sore.” 

I chuckled, watching as she clapped her hands together suddenly “Oh my goddess,” she said, eyes wide. “We’re in Paris! We have to-” 

I cut her off with a smirk. “We’ll see everything. But for now…” I glanced at the clock. “You’ve got three days before you go back to work, and we’ll fly back after. Maybe we can just spend the day in.” 

She smiled, leaning into me slightly. “Okay. But I’m kind of hungry.” 

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out. 

Her eyes widened as the door opened, and she quickly pulled the towel tighter around herself. I smirked, tugging her closer and pulling the duvet over us just as the private chef I’d hired stepped in. 

The chef, a tall man with a thick French accent, smiled politely. “Everything is ready, sir.” 

Ava’s blush deepened as she greeted him in flawless French, her voice lilting with ease. 

I nodded at the chef. “We’ll be down in a minute.” 

He inclined his head respectfully and left the room. The moment the door closed, Ava jabbed me lightly in the ribs. 

“Grayson!” she hissed, her cheeks redder than ever, “I’m practically naked.”