The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 

Chapter 245 

-Ava’s POV- 

People say 

all is fair in love and war. 

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But this wasn’t fair. 

This wasn’t fair at all. 

I stood frozen, staring between the ever–growing pool of blood pooling underneath my father on the ground and Grayson- Grayson, who had just taken an arrow to the heart to save me. 

He had crashed to the ground. 

He wasn’t moving. 

He wasn’t moving. 

Crystal let out a soft, breathy laugh, as if she were admiring a piece of art rather than the destruction she had caused. She tilted her head, her cold, calculating eyes scanning the scene before landing on me. 

“This is way much better.” 

Her lips curved into a final, cruel smile before she stepped backward, vanishing into the shadows as if she had never been there at all. 

Move, Ava. Move. 

I couldn’t. 

I stood there, my breath shallow, my limbs frozen, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as if it were trying to break free. My mind screamed at me to do something–to move, to act, to help–but all I could do was stare. 

My father. 

Or the man I loved. 

My father, who lay motionless with a blade embedded in his chest, the hilt dark with blood. His breathing was shallow–if he was breathing at all. The man who had raised me no matter how much I had hated it, still hated it, who had shaped me into the person I was, who had always seemed so untouchable, was now unconscious, his life slipping away before my eyes. 

And Grayson. 

Grayson, whose body lay twisted where he had fallen, his clothes soaked in crimson, his face pale. His strong, unyielding hands that had always held me steady, now slack at his sides. His heart–oh Goddess, his heart–an arrow protruding from his chest, as if the universe itself had decided to rip him from me in the cruelest way possible. 

Move, Ava! 

A choked sob tore through my throat as I stumbled forward, my legs weak beneath me. 

I dropped to my knees beside my father first, my shaking hands hovering uselessly over the wound in his chest. Blood. So much blood. The blade was still lodged there, dark and glistening, mocking me. My fingers trembled as I pressed them against his throat, searching–praying–for a pulse. 

There. Faint. Weak. 

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Tears blurred my vision as I sucked in a ragged breath. “Dad?” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper, “Please, please wake up. 

Nothing. 

I let out a strangled cry, my hands clutching at him, as if holding him would somehow stop the life from slipping away. 

Then–Grayson. 

I turned sharply, crawling toward him, my fingers slipping in the blood–soaked ground. My stomach lurched. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. 

“Grayson!” My voice was hoarse, desperate. 

He didn’t move. 

I reached for him, my fingers gripping his torn, bloodied shirt, shaking him gently, then harder. “Grayson, wake up! Please!* 

Still nothing. 

I let out a sob, pressing my trembling hands against his chest, just above the wound. His body was still warm, his heartbeat faint beneath my palm. My breath hitched. He was still alive. 

“Please don’t die,” I whispered, my voice broken. “Please, just hold on.” 

Footsteps. 

I barely heard them over the roaring in my ears. 

Someone shouted. 

I turned, barely registering the figures rushing toward us. My vision swam, my body numb, my mind unable to process anything except the overwhelming terror sinking its claws into me. 

Then I saw her. 

My mother. 

She froze. 

For the first time in my life, my mother–the woman who had always been composed, always in control, always detached- looked lost. 

Her eyes darted between my father and Grayson, the color draining from her face. Then, without hesitation, she ran to him. 

I turned back to Grayson, gripping his face between my shaking hands. “Please stay with me,” I begged, my tears falling onto his skin. “Please. You’re not allowed to leave me. You hear me?” 

Elaine dropped down beside me. “Ava-” 

“Get help!” I snapped, my voice sharp, panicked. 

She hesitated, looking at me, then at Grayson, before she turned and ran, her voice carrying through the air as she shouted for anyone. 

I rocked back on my heels, my fingers pressing against Grayson’s blood–soaked shirt. “Just hold on,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “Just hold on, please.” 

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there. Minutes? Hours? 

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Time had stopped. 

The only thing that existed was Grayson’s shallow breathing and the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. 

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I didn’t even realize I was muttering to myself until I felt Elaine’s hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me back. I shoved her away. 

“No!” My voice was raw, “No, I need to stay-” 

“Ava,” Elsine whispered, her own voice shaking. “They need to take him. Let them help.” 

I blinked. 

Men. They were here. Hands were on me, trying to move me. I fought them, my grip tightening on Grayson’s shirt. 

“No! I need–he needs-” 

“Ava!” My mother’s voice cut through the haze. 

I turned. 

She was kneeling beside my father, pressing her hands to his chest, her fingers slick with his blood. Her eyes met mine, and for the first time in my life, I saw something I had never thought I would see from her. 

Tears. 

My mother was crying. 

She was a doctor. I was a doctor. We should be able to do something. 

But all I could do was cry. 

I turned back to Grayson as they lifted him, as his blood dripped from their hands, as my own hands reached for him but 

couldn’t hold on. 

My vision blurred. My breath hitched and I barely registered the voices shouting over each other. I couldn’t even tell who they belonged to. Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater. 

Grayson’s blood was on my hands, under my nails, staining the fabric of my clothes. My father’s blood too. It was everywhere. 

Someone shouted an order, and then they were lifting my father. His body sagged as they carried him away, his head lolling to the side, the blade still buried in his chest. My mother just… stared. 

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. 

She knelt there, her hands still covered in his blood, her expression vacant. My mother–always composed, always cold, always in control–looked utterly lost. Like she couldn’t comprehend what was happening. 

A hand grabbed my arm, yanking me up so fast my knees buckled. I barely caught myself. 

“We need to go.” 

The voice was sharp, urgent, but I couldn’t place it. 

I turned, blinking through the haze, but I couldn’t focus on the person holding me. Everything was too bright and too dark at the same time, my vision tunneling in and out. 

Gunshots rang in the distance. More shouting. But it was like I wasn’t even in the world anymore. 

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“Ava,” The voice snapped again. “We have to leave, now.” 

I didn’t move. 

I was still looking at my father, watching as the men carried him away. His body hung limp in their arms. 

“Go with them,” My mother’s voice cut through the chaos. 

I turned to her. She still hadn’t moved from where she knelt in the blood–soaked dirt. Her eyes flicked to mine, hollow and unreadable, before shifting back to my father. 

“Mom,” I choked out. 

And as painful as it was, I realized that this was the first time I had called her Mom. The first time I had called him Dad and I couldn’t remember how much pain they had both caused me. Her throat worked like she was trying to swallow something thick and painful, “Go.” 

And then the grip on my arm tightened, and I was being pulled away. 

I tried to fight it at first, twisting against the hold, my body resisting even though my mind felt too detached to process what was happening. 

“Stop–wait–I need to-” 

“Ava, we don’t have time for this.”