The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 

-Grayson’s POV- 

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“Are you going to say something?” 

“Grayson?” 

“Can you hear me?” 

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The voice felt distant, muffled, like they were reaching me from the other side of a thick glass wall. I was aware of the world still moving around me, of people breathing, speaking, living–but I had gone completely still. 

I wasn’t even sure if I had been breathing. 

Pregnant. She was pregnant. 

With my child. 

The weight of the realization slammed into me like a train, knocking the air straight out of my lungs. A whole new human being existed–because of me. Because of us. 

I had kicked her out when she was carrying my child. 

The thought made my stomach churn, a tight, twisting sensation spreading through my chest. 

How long had she known? 

“Grayson?” 

My gaze snapped up, and my vision finally registered Elaine’s face. She was watching me carefully, a hesitant expression settling over her features. 

She let out an apologetic sigh, “I didn’t know you didn’t know. I just thought… I mean, since it’s been three months now- that’s right before things went wrong between you two–I just figured…” She hesitated, “That you knew.” 

But I didn’t know. 

I wouldn’t have even thought- 

“I don’t want to have children.” 

The words rang in my head, sharp and clear, a memory from months ago. I had meant it. Or at least, I had thought I had 

meant it. 

But now, that certainty was slipping through my fingers like sand, impossible to hold onto. She hadn’t told me because she didn’t think I would want it. 

Did I? 

Did I want a 

child? 

My pulse pounded as a dozen thoughts collided, spiraling into chaos. 

A child meant responsibility. A life bound to mine forever. A helpless little being that would depend on me, look up to me, 

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need me. 

Could I be that person and not screw it up like my father had done to me? 

Did I even deserve to be? 

Elaine’s voice broke through the storm in my head, “Have you thought about what you’re going to say to her?” 

I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly at the floor. 

Say to her? To Ava? 

My throat tightened. What was I going to say? 

What could I say? 

“I… I don’t know.” 

It was the only honest answer I had. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, what the hell I was even supposed to do with this information. 

Elaine studied me for a long moment before she spoke again, softer this time, “Why?” 

I exhaled shakily, running a hand through my hair. “Because I told her I didn’t want a child.” 

“And do you still feel that way?” 

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. 

Did I? 

I had never wanted to bring a child into this world, never wanted to risk becoming- 

“Because of how things were with your father,” Elaine finished for me. 

The words settled heavily between us, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. I swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to be a father, Elaine. I don’t want to be him.” 

“You don’t have to,” She said simply. “Not yet.” 

But that was the thing–there was no preparing for this. No trial run. No undoing it. This wasn’t just some decision I could make and walk away from. 

The baby already existed. And so did the reality of what I had done. 

I had abandoned Ava when she needed me most and now, I didn’t even know if she’d want me to be part of this. 

That thought alone sent a sharp, unfamiliar ache through my chest. 

Deep down it felt like I lost Ava once. 

Was I about to lose my child, too? Did I care if I did? 

Those were the words my thoughts revolved around as the plane touched down in Italy. 

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The plane taxied slowly, and I remained frozen in my seat for a moment longer than necessary. I still couldn’t get my head around it. I couldn’t think straight. Every time I tried, it was like my thoughts were caught in a tangle, spiraling in every direction but the one I needed to focus on. 

As we stepped off the plane and into the terminal, a team of well–dressed attendants immediately approached. Their eyes were sharp, practiced in their professionalism, and they greeted me with the respect I had grown accustomed to. 

“Mr. Blackwood, welcome to Italy,” One of them said, her voice soft but steady. 

I nodded, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. “Thank you.” 

Elaine was beside me, and I turned to her, though the words felt foreign on my tongue.