The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 

Chapter 210 

“Ava’s POV- 

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“At least if we die, we go down in the most epic way” Isabella’s eyes were practically gleaming with excitement, and I had to snap my fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality, 

She jolted slightly, but the exhilaration didn’t leave her expression. 

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. Only take the things on the list I made.” 

“Don’t be a bore, Lilian. And how could you keep this from me for so long? I mean–wow, Lilian, just wow.” 

1 let out a sigh at her dramatics, though I couldn’t really blame her. Her reaction was valid. The first time I discovered my parents‘ collection of weapons had been entirely by accident–and it had earned me one of the worst scoldings of my life from my mother. 

Even now, as I stood in the hidden room beneath their mansion, surrounded by shelves lined with weapons, I could still hear her sharp voice echoing in my head. 

The room itself was dimly lit, cold, and smelled faintly of metal and gunpowder. On the walls were neatly mounted racks of firearms–sleek sniper rifles, handguns, and semi–automatics, each positioned with precision. Along another section of the wall, there were blades of all kinds, from simple daggers to longer swords with intricate engravings on their hilts. A separate cabinet housed crossbows and bolts, some of them tipped with silver–likely meant for werewolves. 

Then there were the more unconventional weapons. Poisoned needles. Smoke bombs. A small row of vials filled with unidentified liquids that I was almost certain were lethal if used correctly. Some of the weapons weren’t just for humans- they were meant to be used against werewolves, too. Silver–laced bullets. A modified dagger with a hidden compartment that could inject wolfsbane. Even chains reinforced with silver, capable of binding a werewolf no matter how strong they were. 

I had made a list of what Isabella and I were going to take because we were going werewolf hunting. More specifically, we going Damien hunting. No one–not even Grayson–had been able to find him, and if there was one thing I was certain of, it was that he wasn’t hiding in plain sight. Damien knew us. He knew how we thought, how we planned. If I approached this the way a Pierce would, I would never find him. 

I couldn’t think like a Pierce. I couldn’t think rationally. 

Which was why we were here, selecting weapons for what was most likely a reckless and suicidal plan. 

Isabella had already suggested hiring a PI to find my twin sister, but if my parents–with all their resources–hadn’t been able to track her down, then there was no way I could either. Especially not now that I knew Damien had been the one to take her. 

Besides, I didn’t have the money to throw at a private investigator even if I wanted to. I had dropped Grayson’s black card the moment I had the chance, much to Isabella’s dismay. 

The last thing I needed was to owe him anything else. 

The sound of a door opening suddenly made both Isabella and me freeze. 

Shit. 

Even though my parents had lost any right to tell me what to do after all their lies, my mother still wouldn’t appreciate me being in here. She hadn’t the first–and only–time she caught me in this room, and I doubted time had changed that. My father was still unconscious upstairs, deep in whatever spell Maria had placed him under, which meant there was only one 

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person who could have walked in. 

My mother. 

A cold chill ran down my spine, but it wasn’t just because I’d been caught. 

It was because of what she was wearing. 

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The ever–composed, pearl–wearing Evelyn Pierce, who never had a single crisp in her tailored suits, whose hair was always tightly secured in a bun, was standing in the doorway–dressed for war. 

Her hair, a sleek black like mine, was loose, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Instead of her usual pressed suit, she wore a fitted black tactical outfit–pants with holsters, a form–fitting top, and a thick belt with compartments likely filled with weapons. Instead of heels, she wore boots, and there was no trace of makeup on her usually flawless face. 

Isabella was the first to break the silence. 

“Lilian, you see what I’m seeing, right?” 

My mother’s sharp glare flicked to Isabella, then back to me. 

“You really couldn’t make a better friend,” She said dryly. 

And there she was. The not–so–lovely Evelyn Pierce. 

Isabella scoffed. “Excuse me, I am delightful.” 

I barely paid attention to their exchange because I was still trying to wrap my head around what I was looking at. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” I finally asked. 

My mother gave me a look that suggested the question wasn’t worth answering. “I’m taking Damien’s a dive and getting off mt high horse and I’m going with you.” 

I blinked, “What?” 

“You heard me.” 

I let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You must be joking.” 

She stepped further into the room. “You’re going after Damien. I assume you have some semblance of a plan, but considering I know how reckless you are, I also assume it’s half–baked at best.” She glanced at the weapons Isabella and I had gathered. “Not bad. But it won’t be enough.” 

I stared at her, incredulous. “You think I’m going to just let you come with me?” 

“I don’t need your permission.” 

“Of course you don’t,” I snapped, “Because that would require you to actually respect my decisions, and we both know that’s never going to happen.” 

My mother’s expression remained infuriatingly composed. “I respect intelligence. Not foolishness.” 

I clenched my jaw. “I don’t need your help.” 

“Yes, you do.” 

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“No, I don’t.” 

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She tilted her head slightly. “And yet, here you are, in my armory, preparing to go after a man even Grayson hasn’t been able to find.” 

I opened my mouth to argue, but she wasn’t wrong. 

Still, that didn’t mean I wanted her help. 

Isabella cleared her throat, “Uh, as fun as this is, can we focus on the part where we go after Damien together?” She turned to my mother. “Do you have a way to actually find him?” 

My mother’s gaze flicked to her, “I have leads.” 

That got my attention, “What kind of leads?” 

“The kind that will actually get you to him instead of sending you on a wild chase with no end,” She said smoothly. 

I narrowed my eyes, “And you’re just now saying this?” 

“I wasn’t planning on telling you at all.” 

I crossed my arms. “But?” 

“But you’re too stubborn to let this go, and if I leave you to your own devices, you will get yourself killed and you seem to have forgotten that you cannot just think about yourself anymore. 

I hated that she sounded so sure. 

I hated that a small part of me knew she was right. 

I was carrying a child and Damien wasn’t just some enemy. He was calculating. He had thought this through long before I had even known what was happening. Long before I was even born. 

And as much as I despised my mother… she was one of the most intelligent people I knew. 

I glanced at Isabella, who was watching the exchange like it was her favorite drama series. 

Then back at my mother, who stood there, waiting.