The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 47

-Ava’s POV-

| was convinced that one day in hell, the devil got bored with his demons and decided he needed sfresh,

twisted entertainment. So, he made himself a child, and that child was Elaine.

The triumphant smile didn’t leave her face, like she'd just won sprize for showing up unannounced and

declaring her move-in. Isabella broke the silence, her voice slicing through the tension. “I hardly know Liam, but |

actually pity him for choosing to put himself through the torture of being with you.”

Elaine’s smile fell instantly, and she took a step forward, but | quickly slipped between them. “Grayson asked

everyone to behave,” | said firmly, staring her down. “So, you two behave.” Then | turned back to glance at the

moving trucks, sighing. “Happy moving day, Elaine. I'd bake you and Monica a cake, but, you know, I can’t

properly use one of my hands.” | let the sarcasm drip from my words before grabbing Isabella’s arm and steering

her back inside before anything else erupted.

Before she could start in, | beat her to it. “No. Don’t even start. I'm going to take a shower, and then we're going

to get something to eat and go over wedding plans. Nothing about Elaine or Monica. Okay?”

cocking

She folded her arms, cocking an eyebrow. “You're really going to let her move in here? And the other one, who

almost married him and clearly wants him back, moving a few steps away?”

“It’s not my house, Bels. | don’t have a say in who stays or who goes. Just drop it, please.”

She rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in the air. “Fine. But don’t say | didn’t warn you.”

| headed to the bathroom, tuning out her protests. | took my tin the shower, carefully peeling off the

bandages I'd gotten in Italy. The doctor had given them toreluctantly after I'd convinced him | was perfectly

capable of changing them myself because | was a doctor. That hadn't stopped Isabella from hovering, trying to

get a look at the bullet wound like she was dying to poke around it. After swatting her hand away, | finally got

dressed, and she drove us to one of our favorite restaurants in the city.

| just hoped we'd be able to enjoy the place before something happened and this one got burnt down too.

As we settled in and started talking over our plans, Isabella randomly asked, “So, when are you planning on

losing your virginity?”

| choked on my food, coughing so loudly that | scrambled for my water, nearly spilling it as | brought it to my lips.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things,” she replied with a shrug, undeterred. “But if that jackass you married didn’t do the deed and

you never did the deed in college, then... well, you're still a virgin. So, when are we ripping-sorry, tearing-

through?”

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| slapped a hand over her mouth, glaring at her. “Seriously, shut up. You have no filter. How did | ever end up

with you as my best friend?”

She grinned behind my hand, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Because I'm the only one who made your boring

ass interesting. Speaking of ass-"

“If you tell an ass joke and ruin this meal for me, I'll punch you in the face,” | warned, eyeing her pointedly.

She laughed, throwing her head back and clearly preparing for more snarky remarks when suddenly a

commotion erupted near the entrance. It started with a woman's frantic cries, rising above the restaurant’s soft

murmur of conversations and clinking glasses.

Isabella’s laughter stopped as we turned to see a woman clutching a small, limp child in her arms. “Somebody

help! My son -he’s not breathing!” Her voice was choked with terror, tears streaming down her face.

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Without a second thought, | was out of my seat, moving instinctively toward the chaos. “I'm a doctor,” | said

quickly, though | doubted anyone could hearover the panicked whispers around us. The mother’s eyes

widened with desperation as she handed the child over to me, her hands trembling.

| set the boy down on a nearby table, scanning him quickly. He was young-maybe six or seven-pale, with his

small chest still. His lips had taken on a faint blue hue. The signs were immediate and unmistakable.

Isabella was right beside me, her ye..

playful sarcasm gone, replaced by a quiet intensity. “What do you need?” she asked.

“Call an ambulance,” | instructed her. “Tell them it’s a pediatric respiratory emergency, possible obstruction.”

My hands were steady as tilted the boy’s head back, checking his airway. No response. | glanced back at his

mother, who was now clutching her own arms, horror-struck and visibly holding back sobs. “Was he eating

anything? Or playing with small toys?”

“Yes, he was eating peanuts,” she managed to say, her voice quivering.

A potential choking. | positioned my hands, administering a series of abdominal thrusts. Con, con. My

mind zeroed in on the task, blocking out everything else. | couldn't let this little boy die in front of his mother.

After the third thrust, there was a faint cough. His chest heaved weakly, and | could feel the blockage shifting.

Relief rushed through me, but | knew it wasn’t over. Carefully, | tilted his head again, giving a few more gentle

pats on his back, and finally, a peanut rolled out of his mouth. He took a shallow, shaky breath.

The mother let out a sob of relief as the boy’s color began to return, his tiny chest rising and falling more

regularly. He was breathing, though still a bit labored. | stayed with him, monitoring him closely. “You did great,

kiddo. Just hang in there.”

The crowd had gathered around us, watching in stunned silence. The boy’s mother clutched my arm. “Thank

you, thank you so much. I don’t know what would have happened-"

| offered her a gentle smile, keeping my voice calm. “He'll be okay, but let the paramedics check him over once

they arrive.” As the sound of sirens grew closer, Isabella nudged my shoulder lightly, her eyes soft with

admiration. “You did amazing, Ava.”

I glanced at her, exhaling a breath | hadn't realized | was holding. “And you just calledAva so it must be

true.”l grinned, “Thanks, Bels. Let's just hope we can finish a meal one day without a near-death experience.”

The paramedics arrived moments later, taking over, and I finally stepped back, feeling the adrenaline leave my

body as exhaustion took over. The mother hugged her son tightly, whispering her gratitude over and over, while

one of the paramedics approachedto get details.

Once they left, | sank back into my seat, me, watchingwith a strange smile.

a

wave of tiredness crashing over me. Isabella slid back into her chair across from

“So,” she started, mischief glinting in her eyes again, “about that virginity...”

| laughed, rolling my eyes, feeling the tension dissolve as if it had never been there. Only Isabella could drag me

back into normalcy this quickly.

I ignored her question and continued eating, feeling a surge of pride swell up inside. | was suddenly excited to

get back to work on Monday. | really did love it.

Saving lives.

“You're thinking about how you were a total badass, right?” Her voice broke through my thoughts, and |

shrugged. “Maybe. You know what? Yes, | was pretty badass, and-"

My words cut off as my eyes drifted, almost unconsciously, to the corner of the room. That's when | saw her-

Crystal. She

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was watching me, calmly, like she’d been waiting all along forto notice her. When our eyes locked, she

raised her glass in my direction, her expression taunting.

| was just about to tell Isabella when a sudden, searing pain shot through my shoulder. The burn was intense,

almost unbearable. | gasped, instinctively clutching my shoulder.

“What's wrong?” Isabella asked, her eyes widening.

“I... I don’t know. It feels like it's on fire,” | managed to say, wincing as the pain grew sharper. She grabbed my

arm, steadying

me.

“We need to get to the bathroom,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She practically dragged me, and as we hurried past Crystal, | caught her smiling-a knowing, cruel smile. Once

we reached the bathroom, Isabella locked the door behind us.

“Take the bandage off.”

| yanked at the bandage, but the pain intensified, as if something was clawing through my skin from the inside. It

felt like open flames were licking at my shoulder. | let out a scream as the pain worsened, and Isabella, without a

second thought, extracted her claws, ripping the bandage away. Her eyes widened as she stared at the wound.

“What's happening to it?” | asked, desperately twisting to see in the mirror. | couldn't believe what | saw-my skin

was... shifting, almost closing in on itself like it was knitting together, healing itself.

Isabella’s voice was barely a whisper, “I think... you're healing, Lilian.”

Healing?

That wasn’t possible. | couldn't heal without a wolf, and | didn't have one this wasn’t normal healing and even if

that was what was happening, healing wasn’t painful, | had seen it happen to others over a hundred times. While

| tried to process the impossible sight in the mirror, | noticed something else.

My eyes. They were swirling like they did sometimes, colors changing rapidly until they finally settled on a color

that made my blood run cold-pure, complete black.

And then, sharp and insistent, | heard a voice in my mind. “Find me, Ava.”

The pain stopped abruptly. The black in my eyes receded and | turned to Isabella, whose shock mirrored my own.

“Did you...” | started.

Isabella nodded, confirming the shock,

You're not latent, Lilian. You have a wolf.”

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