The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 

Chapter 146 

Ava’s POV- 

Dylan had never kissed me. Not even on the day of our mating ceremony. That day, he had simply marked me–it was cold 

and forced, a reminder of what fate demanded rather than what And now, here he was, his lips on mine, and for 

one horrifying second, I froze in shock. Then the disgust hit me like a tidal wave. I tried to push him away, my hands shoving at his chest, but his grip tightened. 

Before I could do more, the decision was taken from me. 

A flash of motion blurred past, and suddenly, Dylan was ripped away. I stumbled, falling hard to the ground as his hold broke. My eyes darted up just in time to see him flying through the air before crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud. The sound echoed in the grand hall, silencing every conversation. Gasps erupted from the crowd, their collective 

down on me.. shock a tangible force that seemed to press 

The room’s atmosphere shifted instantly. The air grew heavier, colder, as Grayson’s fury took over. It was so intense, so raw, that it felt like the walls themselves were trembling. 

Scrambling to my feet, my heart pounded wildly. Crystal’s shrill scream cut through the silence, grating against my ears as she ran to Dylan’s crumpled form. My gaze snapped to Grayson, who was already advancing toward Dylan with deadly intent. His expression was terrifying, his anger so palpable that it seemed to ripple through the space, choking the air from the room. 

“Grayson, stop!” I shouted, throwing myself between him and Dylan. My hands were outstretched, a futile barrier between the unstoppable force Grayson had become and Dylan, who still hadn’t moved. 

“Get out of my way, Ava,” Grayson growled, his voice low and lethal.. 

“No.” I stood my ground, trembling but firm. 

Behind me, Crystal shrieked again. “Dylan’s bleeding! Someone do something!” 

Grayson 

didn’t even flinch. He took another step forward, his focus locked entirely on me now. His gray eyes were stormy dark with unrelenting rage. “Step aside,” he commanded, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. 

“Yes, Lilian, step aside!” Isabella’s voice rang out, her tone laced with vindictive glee. 

I whipped my head toward her, glaring daggers, before turning back to Grayson. My voice softened, pleading now. “Grayson, please. Don’t do this. Not here. Not like this.” 

He stopped, but his anger didn’t diminish. Instead, it shifted, snapping directly at me. “Why?” he demanded. “Why are you defending him?” 

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “I’m not defending him,” I said quietly. “But this isn’t the place. Let’s just go outside. Please.” 

Crystal’s voice rose behind me again, panic and hysteria laced into every word. “He’s bleeding out! Someone help him!” I turned instinctively, my body moving toward Dylan, but before I could take another step, Grayson’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful. His eyes bore into mine, cold and unyielding. 

“If you don’t want me to make sure Dylan’s ‘bleeding out‘ is the least of his problems,” he said, his voice as sharp as steel, “then you’ll come with me. Now.” 

I froze, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares on me. My mind raced. I glanced at Isabella, her smug annoyance etched clearly on her face, then at Eliza, who looked genuinely worried. Finally, my eyes landed on my father. 

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Chapter 146 

And for the first time in my life, I felt his psychic presence brush against mine. His voice echoed in my mind, steady and 

calm. ‘Go. 

Crystal screamed again, her words fading into the background as I made my decision. I looked at Dylan, broken bricks Jeanered around him, and then back at Grayson. His expression didn’t waver, his demand clear. 

I nodded slowly, my hands trembling as I reached for his. Ilis gp was firm, steady, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside me. Without a word, I led him out of the hall, feeling every burning gaze on us as we passed through the heavy doors. 

The moment we stepped outside, the cool night air slapped against my skin, sharp and sobering. It didn’t ease the heaviness in my chest. I dropped his hand and turned to face him. My voice came out barely above a whisper. 

“He kissed me,” I said, the words catching in my throat. “He just did.” 

Grayson’s jaw tightened immediately, his fists curling into rigid knots at his sides. His eyes burned with a fury that hadn’t yet subsided. I could see it in the way his shoulders heaved with barely contained rage. 

I closed my eyes for a moment, exhaling shakily, trying to steady myself. When I opened them again, his expression hadn’t softened. 

“Say something,” I urged, my voice trembling. 

a 

shadow over me. His presence was For a long, tense moment, he didn’t. He took a step closer, his towering frame casting. overwhelming, suffocating even, but not because I feared him–because I feared what he might do next. 

“Why the hell is he in my house in the first place?” His voice was low, each word laced with venom. “And don’t think for one second that he’s getting away with touching you. He’s going to pay for that. But what’s even more infuriating,” he growled, his gaze boring into me, “is that you keep defending him, Ava. Every single time.” 

I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to yell back at him. If I let this spiral into another shouting match, we’d be right back where we started–spinning in circles, throwing accusations, and never finding a way forward. I was exhausted by it all. 

“You did a really shitty thing, Grayson,” I replied, my voice firm but quiet. “And you know it. You lied to me, shut me out completely. But you came back, and I’m still standing here, willing to let it go.” My voice cracked, but I pushed on. “This isn’t about Dylan. This isn’t me defending him. This is me asking you to stop spilling blood when you don’t have to. Please, Grayson. Just… stop. I can’t keep fighting with you like this.” 

I watched the fury in his eyes falter, watched as the weight of my words settled over him. His chest rose and fell as he wrestled with his emotions, the internal battle playing out in his tense posture. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, and the anger drained from his face. 

When his eyes met mine again, they were softer, tinged with regret. He stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and reached for me. I didn’t fight it. His hand tilted my face up, his touch warm and grounding. 

He didn’t speak. He simply lowered his lips to mine, and I let out a shaky sigh before kissing him back. It was soft, fleeting, but enough to ease some of the tension between us. 

When I pulled away, I looked up at him, my voice steady now. “I need to go back inside and put an end to this night.” 

He nodded, his eyes lingering on mine as if searching for reassurance. With one last glance in his direction, I turned and walked back inside.