The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241  

Chapter 241 

-Ava’s POV- 

I don’t know who screamed first. 

No, I didn’t see who screamed because the instant the shot exploded in the air and Rickon’s body hit the ground, everything 

slowed. 

The moment stretched, suspended in time, the sound of the gunshot still ringing in my ears. The smell of gunpowder mixed with something metallic–blood. My breath caught, and my heart slammed against my ribs. 

Then, just as fast as everything had slowed, it all snapped back into motion. 

A scream–Isabella’s–cut through the chaos, raw and guttural. She tore herself from Grayson’s side and ran to Rickon, falling to her knees in the pool of blood already seeping from his leg. My stomach clenched when I saw the wound. The bullet had torn clean through, and crimson was spilling fast. 

Rickon groaned, his face contorting in pain. Isabella reached for him instinctively, but he jerked back with a sharp snarl, his teeth bared in pain and anger. 

“What is your problem?!” She yelled at him, her voice breaking. 

Rickon didn’t answer, just gritted his teeth and held his bleeding leg, his fingers slick with his own blood. 

The rest of us just stood there. Frozen. 

I don’t know about the others, but my mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened. It was like my brain had short–circuited, unable to process the violence that had just unfolded in front of me. My gaze drifted, looking for something -anything–to anchor me.. 

Then, for some reason, I found myself staring at my mother. 

She wasn’t looking at Rickon. She wasn’t looking at Damien. She was staring at the woman behind the glass. The woman. The High Priestess. Her mother. My grandmother. 

The revelation still sat heavy in my stomach, like a weight pressing down on my lungs. I should have been shocked. Maybe I was, but deep down, after everything else my mother had hidden from me, I couldn’t even find the energy to be surprised. She had kept the existence of my twin sister a secret. Why would this be any different? 

But now wasn’t the time for that. 

And with that thought, came the realization that picking her just so I could yell at her for yet another secret, was definitely the wrong thing to do at this point. 

Damien’s voice cut through the moment, smooth, amused, lethal, “That was a warning shot.” 

He smiled, tilting his head slightly, his gaze flicking between us like a predator watching his prey squirm, “Next time a body drops, it will be permanent.” 

Isabella was crying now, her hands trembling as she hovered over Rickon, unsure of what to do. Rickon’s breathing was shallow, his face pale from the blood loss, and he refused to look at her. 

The air had shifted. 

The weight of our situation sank in. 

Elaine, who had been lounging sat up straighter. Maria had lost that air of boredom, her gaze now sharp and calculating. 

And Grayson? 

Grayson hadn’t moved. 

He was staring at Damien. 

Unflinching. Silent. 

The tension between them was razor–thin, as if the wrong move would send everything into an irreversible spiral. 

Damien gave a small laugh, “Well, with one player eliminated,” he mused, his gaze flicking to Rickon like he was nothing more than a broken pawn, “and one utterly useless…” 

His attention drifted lazily to my father, who was still unconscious from Maria’s spell, “I guess that leaves us with three teams left.” 

The amusement in his voice was sickening. 

“Now, let’s lay down the rules, shall we?” 

He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing slowly in front of us like a king surveying his subjects, his expression one of amusement, like this was all some twisted game for his own entertainment. 

“This hittle game of ours is about survival,” He said smoothly. “About loyalty. About strength.” His grin widened, teeth flashing like a wolf baring its fangs, “I want to see what you’re really willing to do to survive.” to see what you’re real willing to do to survive. 

His words dripped with cruelty, each syllable 

placed to unsettle us, to make sure we understood just how much control he had. He paused, letting his gaze sweep over each of us, as if measuring our worth, watching for the first sign of cracks. He wanted fear. He wanted desperation. 

“There will be three trials. Three rounds. And only 

one 

team will win.” 

My stomach twisted, my pulse a slow, heavy thud in 

y ears. 

“What kind of trials?” Elaine asked, her voice steady but sharp, the tension coiled in her frame barely concealed. 

Damien smirked, the kind of smirk that made my skin crawl, “Oh, don’t worry,” he drawled. “You’ll find out soon enough.” 

The silence that followed was suffocating. 

No one moved. No one spoke. 

And then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he said, “Go on. Stand with your partner.” 

For a moment, no one moved. The air was so thick with unease that even breathing felt dangerous. Then, slowly, people started moving, reluctant but without a choice. 

Except Isabella. 

She was still kneeling beside Rickon, her hands shaking as they hovered over his wound, tears streaking down her face as she stared at the blood spreading beneath him. Rickon kept his face turned away, his jaw tight, his fingers pressed so hard 

gone against the injury that his knuckles had white. 

I didn’t know what had happened between them, but it was clear that whatever it was, it had shattered something between them. I didn’t know it was this bad. She didn’t say that it was this bad. 

But I didn’t have time to think about that because that was the moment I snapped out of it. 

Something in me clicked. Rickon was bleeding out, and I was just standing there just staring like an idiot when I could help 

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Chapter 241 

him. 

Instinct took over, and I moved. 

Ignoring Damien, ignoring whatever sick game he was playing, I rushed toward Rickon, shoving aside my own hesitation because I didn’t care about Damien’s rules. I didn’t care about anything except stopping the bleeding before it was too late. 

Instantly, the sound of another gunshot tore through. 

Loud. Deafening. 

The bullet didn’t hit anyone, but it didn’t need to. 

It froze the entire room. 

My body locked up for half a second, the sharp, violent sound ricocheting through my skull, forcing the air from my lungs. My hands clenched, my heart slamming against my ribs as I slowly turned my gaze back to Damien. 

He was smiling. 

Like this was all just fun. Like we were nothing more than entertainment.