The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

-Grayson’s POV- 

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The moment Damien’s words left his mouth, the world around me seemed to tilt, as if the very foundation beneath my feet had cracked open. 

“He might not have realized it yet, but he did mark his fated mage.” 

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. 

Ava. 

Not her sister. Not some stranger I had convinced myself to search for, Not some faceless figure of prophecy, meant to shape the fate of this war. 

It was her. 

I stared at her, watching the way her body went rigid, the way her shoulders locked like she was bracing for impact. Like she was preparing for a blow that hadn’t even landed yet–but she already felt it coming. 

And then I turned to Damien. 

The bastard. 

There was satisfaction in his expression, a gleam in his dark eyes that made my blood burn. He had known this whole time. Every smug glance, every cryptic word–it had all been leading to this moment. 

And I had been blind. 

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs. 

Ava was my 

fated mate. 

And I had cast her out. I had shattered her. 

A bitter taste filled my mouth, something sharp and self–destructive curling in my gut. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to take Damien apart piece by piece, but I forced myself to stay still, to keep my breathing steady, to not let him see how deeply he had just sunk his claws into my mind. 

Damien tilted his head, watching us like a man who had just played his final, winning move. Then he spoke again, his voice smooth, dripping with cruel amusement. 

“I believe it is time for you to meet your sister, Little Dove.” 

The world seemed to stop. 

I watched the color drain from Ava’s face. I saw something flicker in her eyes–something raw, something vulnerable. 

I knew that look. I had seen it before. Right before I had thrown her out. Right before I had ripped her apart with my rejection. 

And Damien had seen it too. He smiled like a predator, like a man who knew exactly how deep he was cutting into her. 

“She is right here in Italy with me,” He continued casually, as if he wasn’t unraveling everything she thought she knew about her own existence, “In fact, I asked her to be on standby. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll have her brought in. I will introduce you. She’s been eager to reveal herself, so… two birds with one stone, right?” 

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He said the last part like it was some private joke that only he understood, his smirk widening. 

A silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. 

Then Ava spoke. 

“What happens if I say yes?” 

Her voice was quiet, but steady. 

I turned to her sharply, surprise flashing through ine. 

Damien’s grin deepened, his amusement growing. He had been waitin 

for this. 

“Well,” He mused, tilting his head like he was considering his answer, “if our reign is going to hold, there are certain people who cannot be allowed to live.” 

His eyes slid toward me. 

Then, like a man listing off things on a shopping list, he continued, “Your parents, of course. Can’t have them interfering. Perhaps I’ll consider sparing the cousin, she’ll likely self–destruct anyway.” He gave a mockingly thoughtful shrug. “And Rickon. The Ricardo can’t be in the picture either. Loose ends are dangerous, you see.” 

Ava’s voice was softer this time when she asked, “And Isabella?” 

Damien merely shrugged again. “As long as her existence doesn’t get in our way.” 

I looked at Ava, waiting, hoping to see some flicker of resistance in her expression. 

But she didn’t react–not in the way I had expected. 

Instead, she took a slow breath, tilting her chin up slightly, her fingers curling at her sides. 

“And what’s your plan, Damien?” She asked, “How do you expect this to play out? How do you plan on taking the throne?” 

Damien exhaled a small laugh. 

And then he looked at me. 

“Oh, he’s going to die anyway,” He said smoothly, “So I might as well say it.” 

He turned back to Ava, taking his time, like he was savoring 

very second of this. 

“Everything I have been doing these past months has led to this. The realm is already crumbling. The packs of those Alphas I killed? I’ve been uniting them. I have more than an army, Little Dove.” 

His eyes gleamed with something dark and triumphant. 

“I have them,” He continued. “Their warriors, their heirs, their entire bloodlines. And do you know what happens when people lose their Alphas, Ava? They look for a new leader. They look for someone stronger. Someone who can promise them vengeance, power, a future. And that’s exactly what I’ve been giving them.” 

He let the words settle, watching her. 

Ava didn’t move. 

“So you see,” He went on, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft, “I don’t have to take the throne, I only need to let them give it to me.” 

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Silence. 

And then Ava spoke again. 

“What about the high ranking members of the realm,” She asked 

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Damien scoffed, What about them? Half of them are already under my influence. The others… well, let’s just say that loyalty is a fickle thing when power is on the table.” 

Ava nodded slowly, as if absorbing every word. 

“And the other Alphas?” 

Damien smiled. “A divided kingdom is a weak kingdom, Little Dove. They will bow, or they will burn.” 

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. 

Damien was methodical. Precise. Ruthless. He wasn’t just some power–hungry madman. He had a plan–one that had been unfolding right under our noses. 

And Ava… Ava was standing there, listening to it all, as if she were actually considering it. 

I studied her, my heart pounding. 

I didn’t know what she was thinking. 

I didn’t know if she was trying to play him, or if, deep down, a part of her was truly weighing the offer. 

Damien leaned forward slightly. “You’re smart, Little Dove. You know how this ends. You’ve seen what happens to those who stand in my way,” His voice softened, almost coaxing. “Why fight the inevitable?” 

Ava exhaled slowly. 

And then, at last, she met my gaze. 

I held my breath. 

Because in that moment, I wasn’t sure what she was going to say 

The tension in the air was suffocating, like a storm brewing on the horizon then she said,