The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 210

Chapter 210

“Ava’s POV-

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“At least if we die, we go down in the most epic way” Isabella’s eyes were practically gleaming with excitement,

and | had to snap my fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality,

She jolted slightly, but the exhilaration didn’t leave her expression.

| rolled my eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. Only take the things on the list | made.”

“Don’t be a bore, Lilian. And how could you keep this fromfor so long? | mean-wow, Lilian, just wow.”

1 let out a sigh at her tics, though I couldn't really blher. Her reaction was valid. The first t|

discovered my parents’ collection of weapons had been entirely by accident-and it had earnedone of the

worst scoldings of my life from my mother.

Even now, as | stood in the hidden room beneath their mansion, surrounded by shelves lined with weapons, |

could still hear her sharp voice echoing in my head.

The room itself was dimly lit, cold, and smelled faintly of metal and gunpowder. On the walls were neatly

mounted racks of firearms-sleek sniper rifles, handguns, and semi-automatics, each positioned with precision.

Along another section of the wall, there were blades of all kinds, from simple daggers to longer swords with

intricate engravings on their hilts. A separate cabhoused crossbows and bolts, sof them tipped with

silver-likely meant for werewolves.

Then there were the more unconventional weapons. Poisoned needles. Smoke bombs. A small row of vials filled

with unidentified liquids that | was almost certain were lethal if used correctly. Sof the weapons weren't just

for humans- they were meant to be used against werewolves, too. Silver-laced bullets. A modified dagger with a

hidden compartment that could inject wolfsbane. Even chains reinforced with silver, capable of binding a

werewolf no matter how strong they were.

| had made a list of what Isabella and | were going to take because we were going werewolf hunting. More

specifically, we going Damien hunting. No one-not even Grayson-had been able to find him, and if there was one

thing | was certain of, it was that he wasn’t hiding in plain sight. Damien knew us. He knew how we thought, how

we planned. If | approached this the way a Pierce would, | would never find him.

| couldn’t think like a Pierce. | couldn't think rationally.

Which was why we were here, selecting weapons for what was most likely a reckless and suicidal plan.

Isabella had already suggested hiring a PI to find my twin sister, but if my parents-with all their resources-hadn’t

been able to track her down, then there was no way | could either. Especially not now that | knew Damien had

been the one to take her.

Besides, | didn’t have the money to throw at a private investigator even if | wanted to. | had dropped Grayson’s

black card the moment | had the chance, much to Isabella’s dismay.

The last thing | needed was to owe him anything else.

The sound of a door opening suddenly made both Isabella andfreeze.

Shit.

Even though my parents had lost any right to tellwhat to do after all their lies, my mother still wouldn't

appreciatebeing in here. She hadn't the first-and only-tshe caughtin this room, and | doubted time

had changed that. My father was still unconscious upstairs, deep in whatever spell Maria had placed him under,

which meant there was only one

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person who could have walked in.

My mother.

A cold chill ran down my spine, but it wasn’t just because I'd been caught.

It was because of what she was wearing.

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The ever-composed, pearl-wearing Evelyn Pierce, who never had a single crisp in her tailored suits, whose hair

was always tightly secured in a bun, was standing in the doorway-dressed for war.

Her hair, a sleek black like mine, was loose, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Instead of her usual pressed

suit, she wore a fitted black tactical outfit-pants with holsters, a form-fitting top, and a thick belt with

compartments likely filled with weapons. Instead of heels, she wore boots, and there was no trace of makeup on

her usually flawless face.

Isabella was the first to break the silence.

“Lilian, you see what I'm seeing, right?”

My mother’s sharp glare flicked to Isabella, then back to me.

“You really couldn't make a better friend,” She said dryly.

And there she was. The not-so-lovely Evelyn Pierce.

Isabella scoffed. “Excuse me, | am delightful.”

| barely paid attention to their exchange because | was still trying to wrap my head around what | was looking at.

“What the hell are you wearing?” | finally asked.

My mother gavea look that suggested the question wasn’t worth answering. “I’m taking Damien's a dive and

getting off mt high horse and I'm going with you.”

I blinked, “What?”

“You heard me.”

| let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You must be joking.”

She stepped further into the room. “You're going after Damien. | assyou have ssemblance of a plan,

but considering | know how reckless you are, | also assit's half-baked at best.” She glanced at the weapons

Isabella and | had gathered. “Not bad. But it won't be enough.”

| stared at her, incredulous. “You think I'm going to just let you cwith me?”

“I don’t need your permission.”

“Of course you don’t,” | snapped, “Because that would require you to actually respect my decisions, and we both

know that’s never going to happen.”

My mother’s expression remained infuriatingly composed. “I respect intelligence. Not foolishness.”

| clenched my jaw. “I don’t need your help.”

“Yes, you do.”

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“No, | don’t.”

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She tilted her head slightly. “And yet, here you are, in my armory, preparing to go after a man even Grayson

hasn't been able to find.”

| opened my mouth to argue, but she wasn’t wrong.

Still, that didn’t mean | wanted her help.

Isabella cleared her throat, “Uh, as fun as this is, can we focus on the part where we go after Damien together?”

She turned to my mother. “Do you have a way to actually find him?”

My mother’s gaze flicked to her, “I have leads.”

That got my attention, “What kind of leads?”

“The kind that will actually get you to him instead of sending you on a wild chase with no end,” She said

smoothly.

I narrowed my eyes, “And you're just now saying this?”

“I wasn’t planning on telling you at all.”

| crossed my arms. “But?”

“But you're too stubborn to let this go, and if | leave you to your own devices, you will get yourself killed and you

seem to have forgotten that you cannot just think about yourself anymore.

I hated that she sounded so sure.

| hated that a small part ofknew she was right.

| was carrying a child and Damien wasn’t just senemy. He was calculating. He had thought this through long

before | had even known what was happening. Long before | was even born.

And as much as | despised my mother... she was one of the most intelligent people | knew.

| glanced at Isabella, who was watching the exchange like it was her favorite series.

Then back at my mother, who stood there, waiting.

| exhaled. “Fine. But if you try to take control of this mission, | will shoot you.”

A flicker of amusement crossed her face, “Duly noted.”

I rolled my eyes, reaching for the silver-laced bullets. “Let's get moving.”

| stopped suddenly realizing something then reluctantly turned back to her, “Where are we going?”

She smiled, and for the first tin my life, it looked almost normal.

And then it hit me.

Without the layers of makeup, without the sharp mask she always wore, | could see it-the resemblance. The

shigh cheekbones, the ssharp jawline. When my eyes shifted, swirling before settling into brown with

flecks of gold, | realized that | did look just like her.

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The thought unsettledso much that it tooka moment to register what she had just said.

Until Isabella blurted, “Italy?”

My focus snapped back to my mother. She was watchingcarefully, her expression unreadable.

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“Yes. Italy.” Her voice was steady, unwavering “We're going to see an old friend of mine. She has links to the

underworld. and if anyone can dig Damien out, it's her. He won't be an easy find.”

| hated it. Hated that she was right

Hated that no matter how much | wanted to charge ahead fueled by nothing but anger and desperation, it

wouldn't be enough.

If I wanted to find and take down Damien Cross, | needed more than just rage.

| needed strategy.

And, apparently, | needed Evelyn Pierce.

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