The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 79

-Ava’s POV-

The tension in the room was so thick it felt like it could suffocate everyone in it. Not a soul moved after Isabella’s

fiery declaration. The silence was almost painful, broken only by the int hum of the air conditioning

| regretted coming here the moment Isabella draggedout of the restaurant, insisting we put an end to this

alliance. before it began. | agreed Rickon shouldn't align with Dylan. But the truth was, they were both Align.

Who they chose to align with was their business-not mine, and certainly not Isabella’s ne matter the history

between Dylan and I. | tried explaining this to her, but my words fell on deaf ears.

Now, we were in the middle of a storm | wanted no part

of.

My gaze darted around the room, landing on anyone but Graysen. Why was he even here? Sitting so calmly. In

Rickon’s office and in the sroom as Dylan

What the hell was going on?

My avoidance only made my eyes find Dylan, and | felt my stomach churn as he stared back at me. The way he

looked atwas just like it had been during our six-month disaster of a marriage-like | was the cause of all his

problems.

The silence was finally broken by Rickon’s assistant. “I apologize for this-"

Rickon cut her off sharply, his voice filled with irritation. “Just go away, Lucia.” He waved her off without even

sparing her a glance, then fixed his usual cocky grin on Isabella. “You know, | was just thinking about you

The anger radiating from Isabella was almost palpable, and I instinctively stepped back as her voice rose. “You

think this is funny? If you go ahead with this alliance with that bastard, | swear | will reject you right here.”

Dylan's face twisted with hate as he turned to Isabella. “You'd better watch your tone, or

Rickon cut in, his voice laced with annoyance. “Or else what?”

The two of them glanced at each other, the tension between them simmering and without accord, my eyes went

to Greyson and | saw his jaw tightened, his irritation evident but he still didn’t say anything.

Rickon seemed to suddenly realize he was at a disadvantage no matter how this played out. He sighed heavily

and turned to Dylan.

“I understand we're aligned,” Rickon said, his voice measured, “but I'd appreciate it if you didn’t threaten my

mate.” Then, turning to Isabella, his tone softened, “Please stop making a scent.”

She glared at him but didn’t say anything else.

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Finally, Rickon’s gaze landed on Grayson. “And you... | can see you're already imagining ways to kill me, Kindly

make it quick, would you?”

Dylan's eyes flickered with surprise at the revelation that Rickon and Isabella were anates, but the shock was

short-lived. His expression twisted into one of annoyance before his gaze slid to Grayson.

Grsyson'’s icy stare hadn't wavered, and Dylan cleared his throat suddenly less confident. “I'll be waiting for

those papers,” Dylan muttered, moving to leave.

As he reached where | stood, his words were a quiet dagger. “You're just as irritating as the company you keep”

For a moment, the world tilted. The anger that surged throughwas like a tidal wave, impossible to suppress.

But before L could act, Grayson finally spoke. His cold, commanding tone cut through the tension in the room like

a blade, chilling the

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air.

“You couldn't just walk out, could you?”

Dylan froze mid-step, the faintest flicker of fear flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with indifference.

He turned as if to pretend Grayson wasn’t addressing him.

But Grayson wasn't finished. His voice dropped, deadly and deliberate. “You take another step, and | promise

you-you won't be walking out of this office alive.”

Dylan halted, his movements stiff and jerky. His eyes darted around the room, landing on me, and for a brief

moment, 1 thought | saw him silently pleading for help. But | stayed quiet, rooted to my spot, and smartly,

everyone else in the room

did the same.

Isabella, standing beside me, glared daggers at Rickon, who, unfazed, returned her anger with an infuriating

smirk. She scoffed under her breath, but even her irritation was muted by the suffocating weight of Grayson’s

authority.

Grayson'’s voice cut through the room again, sharper than before “Repeat what you said to my Luna.”

The emphasis on Luna sent a thrill washing over me. It wasn’t just a title. Coming from Grayson, it felt like a

declaration amd momentarily, | forgot about everything else going on between us,

Dylan's head snapped toward Grayson, panic flashing briefly in his eyes. Then he stammered, his words spilling

out in a desperate attempt to save himself. “Alpha King Grayson, I-I really didn’t mean that. You must have heard

wrong. | wouldn't

Grayson rose from his seat with a slow, deliberate motion. The look in his eyes was one | had seen since the day

he tore Luca apart with his bare hands. He took a single step forward, and the room seemed to shrink around

him.

“I told you I didn’t want to see you nearagain, Grayson said, his voice calm but seething with barely

restrained fury. “I tolerated the first instance because it was circumstantial. And this” He gestured toward Dylan

dismissively. “This was your second mistake. | considered detaching your head from your body, but you were

respectful, and | thought killing you would only give the other Alphas something to gossip about which would

only serve to irritate me.” He paused, his aura thickening like a storm. “All you had to do was walk out. But

instead, you chose to insult my Luna.”

The silence in the room was absolute. Every word from Grayson hit like a hammer, and we all hung onto them,

unwilling and unable to look away.

Then he spoke again, his next words slamming intowith the force of a hurricane. “Take a knee and apologize

to her.” “What?” Dylan's shocked voice echoed in the room, and the tension cracked like a whip.

Rickon and Isabella both turned their gazes to me, wide-eyed. Dylan's own eyes widened in disbelief, his face a

mix of anger and humiliation. | opened my mouth, wanting to tell Grayson that it wasn’t necessary. Dylan was an

Alpha, and making him kneel before me-especially with our history-would be the ultimate insult.

But then Dylan looked at me, his expression shifting to the swarning look he always gavewhen we were

married The unspoken message was clear: Stop this.

That was all | needed. For that

at reason alone, | spoke my first words since we entered the office.

“I'm waiting for my apology,” | said, my voice steady.

Dylan's face twisted with rage. “You think just because you slept your way into-

He never got to

finish.

Grayson moved faster than anyone could react, his hand snapping out and grabbing Dylan by the collar. In one

smooth motion, he threw him backward with such force that Dylan's body slammed into the wall with a

deafening crash.

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| gasped, my hand flying to my mouth, while Isabella let out a sharp cry of surprise.

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Rickon grinned like he'd been waiting for this exact moment. A low, guttural growl rumbled from Dylan’s chest as

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he pushed. himself to his feet, his eyes glowing with fury.

“I have had it playing respectful Alpha to you!, Dylan snarled, lunging at Grayson.

The moment Dylan lunged for Grayson, the air in the room shifted into something dark and suffocating. There

was no hesitation on Dylan’s part, only blind rage as he charged forward like a feral beast. His fists swung in

wild, uncoordinated arcs, his movements fueled by pride and fury rather than skill. Grayson didn’t move

immediately. He stood motionless, his cold gaze fixed on Dylan as though he were waiting for the exact moment

to strike.

Then, with a precision that seemed almost effortless, Grayson sidestepped the attack. Dylan’s momentum

carried him forward, leaving him exposed, and Grayson seized the opportunity with brutal efficiency. His fist

connected with Dylan's ribs in a single, devastating blow that sent a resounding crack through the room.

The speed and force of the strikes were terrifying. Grayson moved like a predator-a calculated, unrelenting force

of nature. Dylan, despite his strength, was reduced to scrambling, his attacks becoming more desperate as he

tried to find an opening that didn’t exist.

Dylan swung again, his claws unsheathing instinctively, but Grayson caught his wrist mid-air with inhuman

speed. The muscles in Grayson’s arm flexed as he twisted Dylan’s arm back at an unnatural angle. Dylan let out

a sharp growl of pain, his body buckling, but Grayson wasn’t done. With a fluid motion he swept Dylan's legs out

from under him, sending him crashing to the floor.

The impact shook the room, but Dylan was already scrambling back to his feet, his movements sluggish but

determined. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away with the back of his hand, baring

his teeth in defiance His pride was still intact, though his body was clearly beginning to fail him.

Grayson didn’t give him the chance to regain his footing. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his

fist colliding with Dylan's jaw in a strike so forceful that Dylan's head snapped back. The sound of bone meeting

bone reverberated like a thunderclap, and Dylan staggered backward, barely managing to stay upright.

It was clear by now that this wasn’t a fight. It was a punishment. Grayson wasn’t just winning-he was

dismantling Dylan piece by piece, and the longer it went on, the more brutal it became.

Dylan managed to land a single punch, his knuckles grazing Grayson'’s jaw. It was a hit that would have sent

most men reeling, but Grayson barely flinched. Instead, it seemed to fuel his fury. His eyes darkened, his

presence becoming even more oppressive, and he retaliated with a devastating backhand that sent Dylan

sprawling across the floor.

The fight should have ended there. Dylan was broken, his body trembling as he struggled to push himself up.

Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, pooling on the floor beneath him. But Grayson wasn't finished.

He stalked toward Dylan, his steps slow and deliberate, and grabbed him by the collar. With terrifying ease, he

lifted Dylan off the ground and slammed him into the nearest wall. The drywall gave way under the force, cracks

splintering out like spiderwebs around Dylan’s body.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. The room was silent except for Dylan's ragged breathing. Then

Grayson’s hand moved, his fingers curling into a claw-like shape as he drove it forward into Dylan’s chest.

Gasps erupted around the room and | watched with one thought but it was Isabella who said it out loud, “He’s

going to kill him!”