The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 

-Ava’s POV- 

I could still hear her voice. 

Even as 1 stood in the present, waiting for the ceremony to begin, my mind galled me backward, reshaping moments hadn’t thought about in years, 

It had been an ordinary afternoon, just the two of us in the library. Isabella satrons from me, her chin propped up on her hands as she rattled on about something–provably some half–baked theory about why people were drawn to their mates. was used to her rambling by then, letting her voice fade into the background like a lamer song while 1 foomed on my 

textbook. 

“And what do you think your mate will be like?” She asked suddenly, breaking through my concentrdon 

I didn’t look up. It wasn’t something I thought about. Mates, destiny, fate–it all felt too far off, too uncertain it wasn’t practical. So, I didn’t answer. 

But silence never deterred Isabella. She simply continued, her voice bright with certainty, 

“I think mine will be the perfect fit to my crazy, She mused, tilting her head, “Someone steady, someone patent, but not boring, I can’t deal with boring. He will have to keep up, you know? Bet also he will know when to stop me. Keep me grounded. Because sometimes I get ahead of myself 

I glanced up at her then, something about her words settling strangely in my chest, I think the sounds really nice and! hope you meet him someday,” I said simply. 

She blinked at me, caught off guard for once. Then she grinned, quick and mischievous, before wiping my book from my hands. 

“What are you doing?” I frowned. 

She waved it dismissively, “Studying is boring” 

“We have a test coming up.” 

Her eyes rolled dramatically, “We have all the time to study for it.” 

“It’s tomorrow,” I deadpanned. 

She froze for half a second. Then, without missing a beat, she snapped the book shut and tossed it onto the table. 

“Like I said, all the time,” She declared, standing up and grabbing my hand. “Come on, let’s go.” 

And I, against every ounce of my better judgment, let her drag me out of the library and straight into trouble. 

The memory faded, but the warmth it left behind lingered. I smiled to myself, the corners of my lips curling at the thought of her–wild, stubborn, impossible Isabella. 

When I lifted my eyes, they landed on Grayson. 

He stood beside Rickon who had somehow convinced him to be his best man, much to Ricardo’s loud and very vocal dismay. 

Grayson caught my gaze, and for a second, something unspoken passed between us. Then he nodded, just slightly, and I 

returned it with a small smile. 

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The soft murmur of the crowd dimmed. A hush settled over the room. 

And then–music. 

The opening notes of the wedding march swelled through the air, thick with anticipation, heavy with meaning. 

All at once, everything shifted. 

The doors at the end of the aisle opened, and the world seemed to exhale. 

There she was. 

Isabella. 

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She stood framed in the doorway, bathed in golden light, a vision of reckless beauty and quiet grace. Her dress hugged her frame like it had been made just for her, flowing around her in soft waves, each delicate fold catching the light. A veil draped over her hair, though it couldn’t hide the way her eyes shone -like she was laughing at some private joke only they knew as they landed on Rickon first. 

She was breathtaking. 

But my gaze without thought slid to Grayson again and my breath hitched when I found his eyes already on me. My heart fluttered, heat creeping up my neck before I quickly looked away, flustered. Not now, Ava. Focus. 

I turned back to Isabella just as she took the first step down the aisle, her arm looped through her father’s. 

Rickon hadn’t taken his eyes 

off her. 

The way he looked at her–it was the kind of look you read about in books, the kind of love that filled a room without needing words. His expression softened in a way I rarely saw, his usual mischievous smirk replaced with something quieter, something real. 

Isabella’s father walked her forward at an unhurried pace, his hand resting over hers. There was something reluctant in the way he held onto her, a hesitation that spoke of the weight of letting go. But Isabella only squeezed his hand, her grip firm, reassuring. She was ready. She had chosen this, chosen Rickon. 

When they finally reached the altar, her father took a deep breath before stepping back. Rickon extended his hand without hesitation, and Isabella took it with a grin so bright it was almost blinding. 

He leaned in slightly, murmuring, “You sure you wanna do this, Bella? Last chance to run.” 

She snorted, “You wish.” 

The room erupted in soft chuckles, but Rickon was only looking at her, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand like he couldn’t quite believe she was real. 

The priest cleared his throat, smiling, “Shall we begin?” 

Isabella turned to him with a cheeky grin. “Only if you promise to keep it short. I have a husband to torment.” 

Rickon groaned dramatically, See? She’s already planning my suffering.” 

More laughter rippled through the guests, but the priest only shook his head, amused. 

“We are gathered here today,” He began, “to witness the union of Rickon and Isabella in the sacred bond of marriage. A bond built on trust, laughter, and, in this case, an extraordinary amount of patience.” 

I bit back a smile as Rickon shot a look at Isabellà, who batted her lashes innocently. 

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The priest continued, speaking of love and partnership, fearing you and hand froth was time for the vows. 

Rickon went first 

He turned to Isabella, taking both her hands in his, and grinned 

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“Well, since I’m supposed to promise to love you forever. I feel like I hold earning a few chuckles from the crowd. “One I cannot promic to aferys you have due to be of fitowy four also love food, and I feel like this should be an equal partnership 

Tabella rolled her eyes, though she was fighting a grin. 

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“Two: I vow to always stand beside you, even when you’re being completely unreasonable. Which, let’s for Bomes, will be often.” 

The guests laughed again, and Isabella huffed. “Excuse you, I am a delight 

Rickon only smirked. “And lastly.. I vow to love you. In the big moments, sure. But more importantly, in the malls Toy the quiet ones. In the mornings when you’re grumpy and steal all the blankets, and in the nights when you titt stery halfway through a movie and insist you weren’t actually asleep. I vow to love you in the way yous deurally Snely an without hesitation. Even when you drive me absolutely insane.” 

For a moment, the room was silent. 

Then Isabella let out a small sniffle. 

“Damn it, Rickon,” She let out a shaky laugh before clearing her throat and composing herself. “Okay, my turn” 

She took a deep breath, then squeezed his hands tighter. 

“I vow,” she began, her voice unwavering, “to always keep things interesting. To never let you get bored, to always gue you a reason to roll your eyes and shake your head. I vow to argue with you over dumb things just so I can see that little crease s your forehead when you’re pretending to be mad. I vow to love you with everything I have, even when we drive each other crazy.” 

Rickon’s grin softened. 

“I vow,” she continued, “to choose you. Every day. In the loud moments and the quiet ones. In the fights and the laughter. I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day after.” 

She exhaled, blinking up at him, and for once, Rickon had no smartass remark. He just looked at her like she was his entire world. 

The priest smiled, his voice steady and warm as he said the words that would seal the bond between them, “With those vows, and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you—” 

A sharp crack split through the air. Loud enough to be unnatural. Loud enough to make the hairs on my arms stand on end and cut the priest off. 

Instinct prickled at the back of my neck, and I wasn’t the only one who felt it. The room stiffened. A few guests turned their heads, scanning for the source of the noise. 

Before anyone could react, Isabella threw up a hand, “In case you didn’t hear me before, universe,” She snapped, her voice sharp with warning, “pack up your shit and do not ruin this–” 

She didn’t get to finish because the ceiling above groaned and then something heavy slammed into the floor with a sickening thud. 

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Isabella rolled her eyes, though the was fighting a grin