The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 

Chapter 263 

Avax POV- 

A feeling of déjà vu slammed into me like a freight train, and suddenly, I was right back in the chef fur wordme with Grayson. Only this time, it war worse. 

Or maybe the chaos was equal. 

The room had erupted into pure pandemonium. Cors were screaming, chairs screeched again the mahir Boer s people shoved them aside in their desperate attempt to flee, and bewlies panded and stumted in all ti 

My breath caught in my throat, my gaze locked onto the severed head lying miles on the slum is glasses les pa staring into nothingness. The world around me blurred, sound turning inne a doll roar as my mind struggled to press. Int horror before me. 

A sharp yank on my wrist wrenched me from my frozen state, and I stumbled forward. My feet barely caught up with, movement before I felt Grayson’s strong grip pulling me away but the disorientation emily wezeneted. 

My head snapped toward him, his face a mix of irritation and–was that the faintest flicker of ses grip was firm his body tense as he dragged me back from the altar, away from the grisly sight. 

Somewhere in the madness, I barely registered Rickon doing the same to Isabella, his hand clumped around her term as he tried to pull her in the opposite direction. But unlike me, Isabella wasn’t having it. 

“What do you two think you are doing?” She snapped, yanking her arm free from Rickon’s grasp. 

Rickon’s expression darkened, but before he could say anything, Isabella went on, her voice sharp enough to her through the panic. 

“First of all, a dead–Damien’s head just fell from the ceiling!” She gestured wildly toward the mode of the hall her the laced with frustration, “And no one is even going to confirm if this isn’t some elaborate ploy? You’re telling me we going to accept it and run blindly into a panicked crowd so we can get shoved and trampled when we’re not even in danger 

I blinked, my mind snapping into focus as her words settled. 

She was right. 

People were acting on instinct, but there was no immediate threat. Whoever had done this–whoever had suged the already made their move. 

The panic was the weapon now. 

I turned to Grayson, who was already glancing at me, his jaw right. His gaze flicked to the severed head hing moontes a the altar, then back to Rickon, and after a tense beat, he exhaled sharply. His hand uncured from around me west. 

Without hesitation, he swung into action, his voice cutting through the hysteria like a blade, Get control of the situation” * ordered, turning to a group of warriors stationed near the far end of the hall. “Calm the guests, stop anyone from leaving until we assess what’s going on and have someone check the ceiling” 

The warriors nodded and immediately moved, stepping into the chaos to bring some order to the room. The screaming dat already started to die down–fear and confusion slowly shifting into stunned murmins and hanne whige 

Then, to my utter surprise, Grayson turned back to me. 

“Ava,” He said, his tone firm but measured, “can you check if it’s really Damien?” 

I stared at him, completely thrown. Just minutes ago, he had been pulling me away from the blood, from the scene was asking me to step closer? 

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He must have read my hesitation because he added, “You know him better than any of us and you are a Doctor.” 

Recently I had forgotten that but it was true. 

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I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. My legs felt heavy as I moved forward, each step toward the altar weighed down by something I couldn’t name. I didn’t even register Rickon following close behind me until I heard Eliza’s voice, weak and 

queasy 

“This is going to be all over the news in minutes,” She muttered, her hand clamped over her mouth like she was seconds away from losing the contents of her stomach. 

Isabella let out an exasperated sigh, “Well, while you all do that. I’m going to go eat my cake and make sure my family, thankfully who aren’t running like crazy people, are okay.” 

Everyone turned to look at her. 

She raised an eyebrow, flipping a stray curl over her shoulder, “What? It cannot go to waste just because the universe decided to ruin my wedding.” 

And with that, she turned on her heel and marched toward the dessert table like a woman on a mission. 

Rickon ran a hand down his face but I caught him smile, “Unbelievable.” 

My focus went back to the head and I exhaled slowly and took the final step forward then I crouched lower, my heart hammering in my chest as my fingers hesitated just above the severed head. The world around me faded, the murmurs, the shuffling feet, even the weight of Grayson’s gaze–it all dulled into the background. 

My breath felt trapped in my lungs as I finally touched the cold, clammy skin. 

The moment my fingers brushed against it, a chill ran down my spine. 

Damien. 

It was real. He was real. 

And he was dead. 

A sharp gasp slipped from my lips as the realization hit me like a freight train. This wasn’t some trick, some carefully staged illusion–this was Damien’s actual head, severed from his body, lifeless and cold. 

I turned quickly, the words forming in my throat, ready to tell Grayson, but before I could the lights went out. 

Pitch black and the chaos immediately doubled over. 

My body tensed, and I instinctively rose to my feet, my hand pressing protectively over my stomach as my pulse skyrocketed, “Grayson?” 

I barely had a second to register the sound of something crashing against the wall before hands gripped my arms. Firm, steady. 

“Use your werewolf senses,” he said, his voice low but commanding, right against my ear. 

His words clicked instantly. 

I exhaled sharply, letting instinct take over. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, her presence surging to the surface, and the moment my eyes adjusted… 

I saw. 

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Shapes formed in the darkness, blurred at first but sharpening within seconds. The room wasn’t just chaotic–it was worse. People weren’t just running blindly in fear anymore. 

They were running from something. 

My breath caught. Shadows moved–fast. Too fast to be human. 

I caught flashes of figures darting through the crowd, something hunting. 

“What–what is happening?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Grayson’s grip on me tightened, ” don’t know, but we need to get you out of here.” 

I turned sharply, my eyes scanning the darkened hall, “Isabella-” 

But she was already moving. I caught sight of her rushing from the dessert table, her white wedding dress flowing behind her, heading straight for Rickon. The moment we reached them, her voice cut through the madness. 

“Okay, I stand corrected. Now we really need to get out of here. My folks will stick together and find their way out.” 

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Grayson didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened around my wrist, and in the next breath, he was pulling me toward the nearest door. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I focused on moving, on keeping up with Grayson as he navigated us through the 

chaos.