The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

AVA POV 

My parents had instilled the importance of being careful and because of this, I had never experienced anything extreme- no broken bones, no close calls, and certainly never anything as severe as burns. 

But if I had ever gotten burned, I imagine the pain would feel something like what I was enduring now–only this was worse.. Much worse. It was as though every nerve in my body had been gnited, each flare of pain sharper than the last. 

1 groaned, struggling to open my eyes, only for the memories to slam into me with brutal clarity. 

The panic attack. 

The hunters. 

“There’s something you need to see.” 

And then… darkness… 

My eyes flew open at the thought of the hunters, panic slicing through the fog in my mind. I sat up abruptly, only to wince as the fiery ache flared even stronger, threatening to drag me back down. Forcing myself to push past it, I glanced around, preparing for the worst. Whatever the hunters had done–or wherever they had taken me—I was ready to face it. 

But when my surroundings came into focus, I was met with something I hadn’t expected. Trees. Towering trees, their branches swaying lightly despite the still air. The colors were sharper than they should’ve been, almost surreal—vivid greens, browns, and the faint glow of golden light filtering through the canopy. The air was heavy but strangely fresh, carrying the faint scent of moss and damp earth. 

Something about this place felt… 

“You’re awake.” 

Song. Or maybe not wrong. Just off. 

The familiar voice pulled my attention. Turning my head, I saw Grayson standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on me. His face was unreadable, his expression as hard as stone. I knew that look well–he had pulled his emotional walls back up, shutting me out completely. 

I let out a sigh, pushing myself up to my feet. My body protested every movement, the pain coursing through me like flames licking at my skin. Grayson stepped closer, offering his hand. I hesitated, but when I reached for it, his grip was firm, steadying me as I found my balance. 

“Thanks,” I muttered, brushing off the momentary vulnerability 

He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the forest, his posture rigid. 

Clearing my throat, I gestured around us. “Where are we?” 

“I don’t know,” he said flatly. His voice was almost robotic, void of any warmth. “My wolf is gone again, so you’ll need to reach out psychically and call for someone to get us out of here. We need to start moving.” 

I clenched my jaw, biting back the retort that sprang to mind. He was acting cold again, but now wasn’t the time for another argument. His wolf being gone again was a serious problem. 

“How did it happen this time?” I asked, trying to focus on the bigger issue. 

A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. At least irritation was an emotion–better than the blank neutrality he’d been projecting. 

6 (4) 

Chapter 150 

Just send the message, Ava,” he said tersely, 

I stepped back, exhaling slowly to center myself. Reaching out to my wolf should’ve been easy. She had been quiet, but f assumed it was exhaustion from the chaos we’d been through. Closing my eyes, I reached out to her, tugging at the bond that connected us. 

Nothing. 

The silence was deafening. 

1 frowned, pulling harder at the connection. My wolf was there could feel her presence in the distance—but she was unresponsive, like a radio channel that had suddenly gone static 

‘I don’t know what I did now, but maybe you could help me out instead of giving me the silent treatment?‘ I thought bitterly. trying to stir her to action. 

Still nothing. 

You and I are on the same team, remember? You 

were 

going to how me 

something, remember?‘ 

The silence stretched on, grating against my nerves. Frustration bubbled over, and I snapped, ‘You can be really annoying, you know that, right?‘ 

I groaned aloud, rubbing my temples as the ache in my head joined the fire in my body. Grayson was watching me, his expression unreadable. 

Ense 

“She isn’t answering me,” I said finally, exasperation lacing my voice. “I don’t know what to do.” 

He stared at me for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “We should start walking. 

יי 

His tone was clipped, as though he were trying to detach himself from the situation entirely. 

“Hold on,” I said, anger flaring in my chest. “Why are you mad at me? I told you what happened with Dylan-” 

“I don’t want to hear his name,” Grayson interrupted sharply. His voice was ice: “Better yet, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” 

My temper flared. “Fine,” I snapped. “We’ll figure out how to leave this place separately because I am so sick of this back- and–forth nonsense. If something’s upsetting you, say it. Stop acting like I’m the enemy when I haven’t done anything wrong!” 

He didn’t respond. His silence only fueled my anger. 

I turned sharply, stalking away from him, but my anger was short–lived. Suddenly, I slammed into something–an invisible barrier that jolted me to a stop. Blinking in confusion, I reached out, only to feel the air resist my hand, as though an invisible wall had risen around us. 

“What the hell?” I muttered, pushing against it. 

! 

“It’s a barrier,” Grayson said from behind me. His tone was calm almost detached. “I’ve already tried. You can’t pass it.” I spun to face him, glaring. “And you didn’t think to mention that sooner?” 

His gaze was unblinking, his expression hard to read. Clicking my tongue in annoyance, I brushed past him, muttering under my breath. “You and my wolf are really pissing me off right now.” 

Grayson didn’t respond, but I could feel his presence as he followed behind me. For now, all we could do was search for a way out of this strange, surreal forest. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was starting to feel the creeping edge of unease. 

10:46 Wed, Ja 

Chapter 130 

Something about this place felt too quiet. Too perfect. Too wrong 

“I’m mad because you always defend him.” 

The words came so suddenly that they stopped me in my tracks turned around to face him, startled. “What? I told you- what happened at the ball wasn’t about him-” 

His gaze softened just slightly, and for a brief moment, I caught a flicker of hurt crossing his face. It was fleeting, but it was there. “It’s about the fact that you were fated to him,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Nothing is ever going to change that.” He hesitated, like there was more he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to voice.