The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 

Chapter 233 

Ava’s POV 

What do you even say at your best friend’s burial? 

I couldn’t form the words, not because of grief, but because my brain was too preoccupied with planning the murder of the said best friend who had put me in this position in the first place. 

Because of her, I was now stuck replaying the words that had completely derailed a fraction of my brain for a whole minute. 

“Congratulations, you’re having twins.” 

Twins. 

That was another whole human being on top of the one I had just barely wrapped my head around. I had been sure- without a doubt, without hesitation, without a single whisper of uncertainty–that there was only one baby in there. 

But then Isabella, in true Isabella fashion, had to open her mouth. She just had to throw some ridiculous comment into the universe, and somehow, as if she willed it into existence, a second baby just–appeared. 

I knew, logically, that wasn’t how biology worked. But still. I was blaming her for this. 

The entire car ride from the hospital had been silent. Tense. Heavy. 

Now, we sat across from each other at a restaurant, untouched plates of food in front of us, the air still thick with everything left unsaid. The restaurant itself was warm, the low hum of conversation surrounding us, but I felt cold. My mind hadn’t stopped spinning since the moment the doctor said twins. 

Seven minutes. 

That was how long it took before Isabella finally gathered the courage to speak. 

“I didn’t put two children in you, Lilian,” She said, her voice careful, testing the waters. 

I shot her a glare, gripping my fork tight enough that it might snap. “I told you not to talk to me.” 

She huffed and rolled her 

“Not another word.” 

Yes, “Oh, come on- 

A beat of silence and then, “I mean, technically, the father is the one who-” 

My hand smacked down on the table, loud enough that a few nearby diners turned to look. Isabella immediately burst into laughter, completely unfazed. 

I glared harder. 

“I hate you,” I muttered. 

“No, you don’t.” She smirked, propping her chin on her hand, “But you do owe me for manifesting the second baby into existence. I think I want naming rights.” 

I picked up a sugar packet and threw it at her head. She dodged, still laughing, and I let out a small laugh, rubbing my temples. I really shouldn’t be laughing. Not when I had much bigger problems to deal with. 

Grayson and I had kind of made up, but things were still far from okay. My mother had dropped a bombshell that Damien was planning to siphon the essence out of me–which was why he was in Italy to find the only person powerful enough to 

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perform the spell. 

A High Priestess. 

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A woman said to have been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. A woman who was rumored to be somewhere here. 

Grayson and my mother an alliance I never thought I’d see were currently trying to track her down before Damien did. 

Meanwhile, I was told to go get checked up. 

Like a routine hospital visit could possibly fix the fact that my unborn children and I were walking targets, 

Grayson had, of course, overcompensated for his earlier mistake of kicking me out by assigning an army of security to me and he had tripled their numbers. But deep down, I knew that if Damien wanted to strike, he would. 

And he wouldn’t miss. 

“Remember how we always planned on coming here together?” Isabella sighed suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts, “We were supposed to just exist, you know? No drama, no curses, no imminent death threats.” 

I let out a tired breath. “I think it was Paris, actually. And if I remember correctly, you were going to ditch me to go fall in love.” 

She glared, “Do you have to remember every little detail, Ava?” 

I gave her a look, “Not my fault my brain is brilliant, Isabella.” 

She rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair, “Italy, Paris, whatever. The point is, why can’t we just be here for the shopping? Or to lounge by some expensive–ass pool, drinking fruity cocktails? Why does someone always have to be in mortal danger?” 

“If I had the answer, Bels,” I sighed, “I would be right next to you at that pool. But hey, at least you should be excited- Rickon going to be here soon.” 

She frowned, pushing her food around with her fork. “Yeah, about that…” 

I raised a brow. “What?” 

She hesitated, “We are kind of in a weird place right now. I know I said I liked that he is taking things more seriously but he is TOO serious. I miss when he was trying to win me over and would send me ridiculous messages informing me of what he was doing each minute. He’s just been… different lately. It’s weird.” 

I smirked. “You miss him being like Ricardo and thinking everything is a joke?” 

“I miss him being Rickon and no. Ricardo is just plainly mad. By the way, have you noticed the way he has been staring at Elaine?” 

“I thought I was the only one who saw it but you have to admit, her telling everyone off was quite the moment.” Then, glancing down at my plate, I nudged her. “We should eat. I need to be back before my father and Maria arrive. I have to tell her about the spell. If we can figure this out, we can finally end this curse.” 

Isabella didn’t answer right away. She just stared at me, her expression unreadable. 

“So… things are good with you two again?” 

I sighed, pushing my plate away, “They will be. I hope they will be. I just-” I ran a hand through my hair. “I just want to be done with the chaos. With the drama.” 

Her gaze softened, “I know.” 

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Silence stretched between us again, this time more comfortable. 

I wanted to believe that everything would be okay. That we would break the curse. That my children would be safe, 

But the truth was, I didn’t know. 

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Suddenly a mind touched mine, an unwanted tug that made my wolf growl in response. It was a force I could feel pressing against my mind–insistent, but not yet overwhelming. My instincts screamed to push the connection away, to lock the door and pretend I hadn’t felt it. But I opened the mental link anyway, because I was stubborn and curious and, if I were being honest, because I needed to know what she wanted. 

Her voice was a whisper, an echo that seemed to reverberate against the walls of my mind. I knew it before she even spoke: Crystal. 

‘Hello, sister‘