The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 

Chapter 221 

-Ava’s POV- 

This was a very 

bad idea. 

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There was no justification, no silver lining, no noble sacrifice attached to it. It was just bad. 

I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes for a brief moment as I reached for my wolf making sure she was there. Before I even got into the car that brought me here, I had made my stance clear to her–I would not tolerate her dramatics or stubbornness today. If I called for her, she had better listen. 

All I got in response was a sharp flicker of amusement in my head, but I knew deep down that if I truly needed her, she would be there. At least, I was counting on it. 

The restaurant was eerily empty. No tables, no chairs–just a vast open space that felt more like a stage than a meeting place. Damien was nowhere to be seen yet, but I knew better than to relax. 

Then the door creaked open, and I went rigid. 

Footsteps./Steady, unhurried. 

My wolf bristled instantly, a low growl vibrating through my chest. I turned sharply, expecting Damien. 

But it wasn’t him. 

It was Grayson. 

For a moment, neither of us spoke. 

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t even sure why he was here. Had Damien called him, too? Or had he followed me? 

Another set of footsteps echoed through the space, and my wolf’s growl turned violent this time. I tore my gaze from Grayson just in time to see Damien stroll in from the other side, wearing that signature smile of his. 

And just like that, I realized how much I had hated that smile had held so much reassurances that had helped me stay sane over the years. I had to remind myself that every single, every single smile ever directed at me was fake. 

Just like this one was.. 

“The golden couple to be graces me with their presence,” He mused, spreading his arms as if he were welcoming guests to a party, “What an honor this is.” 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised a single hand, cutting me off before I could even begin. 

“The rules from the vault still apply here, Little Dove,” He reminded me smoothly. “Don’t speak unless I ask or give you permission to. Istill have a target on all your friends. And your… non–friends.” 

His gaze flickered to Grayson behind me, and something dark curled in his smirk. 

“You know, has anyone ever told you that you frown too much?” Damien mused. “Wrinkle lines aren’t a good look. It’ll ruin that picture–perfect face of yours. Why do you think I smile so much?” 

“Because you’re a lunatic,” I spat before I could stop myself. 

Damien’s smirk sharpened, his eyes flashing with something unreadable. 

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Grayson still hadn’t said a word, but I felt the shift in him, the quiet, simmering tension radiating off of him in waves. Even without his wolf, he carried that raw, commanding presence that had once been second nature to him. 

And for some reason, that realization settled something deep inside me, made me feel more reassured that we were going to get out from whatever sick and twisted thing Danien had by bringing us here. 

Not that it mattered. I pushed the thought away as quickly as it came. 

I wasn’t depending on him. I didn’t need him to save me anymore. 

“The tension in here is just suffocating,” Damien sighed dramatically, stepping back toward the door he had come from, “Why don’t we clear the air a little?” 

I glanced back at Grayson, but he wasn’t looking at me. 

His eyes were locked on the exact spot where Damien had entered from, his expression stone–cold. 

And then, with a casual ease that made my stomach twist, Damien disappeared behind the doorway. 

A few seconds passed, and then he returned–this time carrying a single chair. 

He set it down in the middle of the empty space, flipped it around, and straddled it backward, resting his arms lazily over the backrest. His eyes flicked between us, amusement glinting in their depths. 

“You two are tense,” He observed, shaking his head. “Honestly, I expected a little more warmth. A little more… chemistry. What’s going on? Trouble in paradise?” 

My jaw clenched. 

“Don’t,” I warned. 

Damien ignored me completely, tilting his head as he studied Grayson, “Tell me, Your Highness, do you ever stop brooding/ long enough to actually talk to her? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like-” 

“Enough,” Grayson cut in, his voice like ice. 

It was the first thing he had said since walking in, and the weight of it was enough to silence the room. 

Damien arched a brow, lips curving. 

Grayson stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked on Damien’s. No one is in the mood for your games. Why don’t you tell us what you want, or better yet–tell us what the next step in your grand plan is?” 

And Damien–he laughed. 

Low, Amused. 

Like he had been waiting for that exact moment. 

“Ah,” He exhaled, his smile deepening, “There it is. That lovely edge I was waiting for.” 

Grayson said nothing. 

I said nothing. 

Damien leaned forward, resting his chin on his arms as his eyes glimmered with something dark, something wicked. 

“Alright, then, he murmured. “If we’re skipping the foreplay, lets get to the good part, shall we?” 

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The room felt impossibly still. 

Then Damien’s 

eyes 

nicked up, straight toward the window behind us. 

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And his smirk widened.. 

“I do have a question for you both,” He mused, tilting his head, “Why is the curse still intact? He might not have realized it yet, but he did mark his fated mate.” 

Behind me, I felt Grayson go completely still. The shift in his presence was so sudden, so sharp, that it sent a wave of tension through my body. My teeth ground together in frustration, my hands curling into fists at my sides. 

Damien’s smirk stretched wider as his eyes gleamed with realization, “Oh,” He breathed, almost delighted, “You didn’t tell him, did you, Little Dove? About the misunderstanding surrounding your entire existence? About how your dear sister, the one I took, was supposed to carry the essence? How she was meant to be his fated mate–but in reality, it was you all along?” 

My breath caught in my throat. 

I didn’t move. 

I didn’t dare look at Grayson. 

Because I didn’t want to see it. 

Didn’t want to see the weight of realization settle in his features, the moment it all clicked into place for him. I didn’t want to see him take me in–not as the mistake, the replacement, the miscalculation I had believed myself to be, but as the truth That we had been right to find each other. That we had been meant to. 

Damien let out a low, mocking whistle, “So many secrets between you two. It’s honestly exhausting watching you around them. I think it’s time we leveled the playing field.” 

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His eyes flicked back to me, sharp and knowing, “You found out about your sister after he threw you out. Which means he never told you that he already knew she existed. That he was searching for her. That he had his precious PI sniffing around trying to track her down, believing she was the one he had been waiting for all along.” 

I felt my chest tighten.