The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 

-Ava’s POV- 

It is without a doubt that I believe the two most evil people in the world came together and decided their legacy of malice couldn’t end with them. So, naturally, they had a child. 

Elaine who I’ve said before and will say again–is the devil’s spawn. I might have been slightly more sympathetic to her current struggles if she hadn’t faked a suicide attempt just to drag Grayson and me back here. Only for her to wait until Grayson left the room to deliver a chilling message: “Remember my first words and count your days. This is only the beginning.” 

She wanted me to know that her game was far from over, that she’d continue playing the eternal victim in Grayson’s eyes, exploiting every ounce of his guilt until she had him exactly where she wanted him and once she did, it would be out with 

1. me. 

But that’s Elaine–a problem for another time. 

Today, I had a different kind of evil to deal with. 

The offspring of those two evil people? She was sitting in my office right now, one hand rubbing her stomach dramatically, as if her presence alone wasn’t enough to drive her point home. 

It wasn’t just the fact that she was carrying Dylan’s child that bothered me. No, it was that she had somehow twisted the system to land herself as my patient. I’d tried everything to pass her off to someone else, but Dr. Griffin wouldn’t allow it. For weeks, I had endured her snide remarks and veiled insults. But now? I just wanted to throttle her. 

My wolf growled in agreement. 

“You know,” she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence, “that glare isn’t very professional, Dr. Pierce.” 

I inhaled deeply, forcing a calm I didn’t feel, and plastered a practiced smile on my face. “How do you feel today, Miss Myers?” 

She waved a hand as if my question was beneath her. “I could be better. But it helps that Dylan is so attentive, you know? He dotes on me constantly. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” 

Her words were bait–sharp and deliberate. I ignored the jab and pressed on. “You said you could be better. Care to elaborate? Something specific about your health, perhaps?” 

“Well, Dylan-” 

“I’d prefer a direct answer,” I interrupted, keeping my tone clipped. “Pertaining to you and the baby. I have other patients to see, Miss Myers.” 

Her eyes gleamed with something sinister before she cleared her throat, her expression morphing into faux vulnerability. “Just morning sickness and fatigue. But Dylan helps me manage it.” 

And that was it. The limit of my patience. 

“I am trying to remain professional here, Crystal, but you are testing me,” I snapped, my voice sharper now. “I don’t know what you 

told Dr. Griffin to keep me tied to this circus or why you’re doing this. You wanted Dylan? Fine. I left him for you. You wanted to carry his child? Congratulations. I don’t care. I have left you both alone. Why can’t you do the same?” 

Her eyes trembling. 

filled with crocodile tears, and she sniffled pitifully. “Ava, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she murmured, her lip 

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, cut the act.” 

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Chapter 119 

Her fake tears vanished–in an instant, replaced by a smug smile. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs leisurely. “There it is, I was wondering how long it would take for you to crack. You lasted longer than I thought.” 

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She tilted her head, the predator in her fully revealed now. “To answer your question, I want the best for my baby. And, as you and the rest of the world know, the Pierces are the best in the business. Your snobbish parents turned me away, so I called in a favor from Dr. Griffin.” 

“To what end?” I asked, my tone icy. “To flaunt the fact that you slept with Dylan while I was still married to him? Or that you’re carrying his child? Honestly, Crystal, I couldn’t care less.” 

She smirked. That same infuriating smirk she always wore, the one that appeared after I startetl noticing the bruises on her. Bruises that, for one stupid moment, made me believe Dylan was hitting her. 

“You’ve moved on,” she said, her tone lilting and mocking. “You’ve climbed the ladder straight to the Alpha King himself. You and I are more alike than you think. If people looked hard enough, they’d say we were cut from the same cloth. I wanted power, and I went after Dylan. You wanted the highest form of power, and you went straight to the top.” 

My eyes narrowed. “We are nothing alike,” I spat. “Unlike you, I am not a manipulative, power–hungry parasite who doesn’t know when to stop scheming.” 

Her grin widened. “Do you insult all your patients, Dr. Pierce?” 

I let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Our session is over. The door is that way, Miss Myers.” 

She stood, gathering her things, and paused at the door. “It will be Mrs soon or Luna preferably. Oh, and one more thing,” she added, her voice deceptively sweet. “Happy early birthday, Ava. Turning twenty–five is a big deal. I hope I get an invite. But just in case I don’t, you’ll be seeing more of me soon.” 

And with that, she opened the door. 

I didn’t have time to process what my birthday which I had barely even thought about had to do with anything or why she even knew about it before my wolf growled.