The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson)
My Billionaire King 61

Chapter 61

-Grayson's POV-

Sixteen years ago

"You are such a loser," Liam taunted, tackling me to the ground. Mud splattered around us as we hit the earth, rolling in a chaotic tangle of li “Oh, you're gonna get it now," I said, grinning as I tried to get head locked under my arm. We'd been waging this silly war for months, a con Just then, a voice interrupted us. "Hey, dumb meatheads, it's time to eat!"

I turned to see Elaine standing nearby, arms crossed, watching us with a look of utter disdain. The distraction was all Liam needed he used She rolled her eyes. "Boys are so disgusting."

“Elaine!” Lian snapped, grinning like he'd just won a medal, while I continued struggling beneath him, unable to break free.

“Fine. One two... three. Liam is the winner. Ding ding ding." She said the words with zero enthusiasm, her arms still folded, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else.

Ham finally let go, throwing his arms up in victory. Finally, I've done it! I am victorious!"

I pushed myself up, laughing. "You're so weird”

Elaine scoffed from her spot, waving us off. "Come on, meatheads. Go get yourselves cleaned up. Mom told me to tell you food's been read "What were you doing for an hour, Elaine?” I asked, wiping mud from my arms. She shot me a guilty grin. "Nothing."

"Elaine, come on!" I huffed. "You promised you'd wait for me. How many movies did you watch?"

She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Maybe just Cinderella. And maybe a little Princess and the Frog."

"You and 1-we are not cousins anymore,” I said, giving her a mock glare.

Liam looked at me, rolling his eyes. “You know sometimes I question our friendship. Because why are you watching Disney princesses with Sorry, really annoying ten year old cousin."

Elaine's face twisted into a scowl as she retorted, "You're the annoying one, and I cannot stand you."

Liam mimicked her, making his voice high-pitched. "You're annoying, and I cannot stand you."

I sighed, shaking my head. “And I'm the one with the problem here." I pointed toward the house. “Let's go get cleaned up before Aunt Eloisa -Liam immediately turned it into a challenge. “First one to get showered and at the table wins!”

“Wins what?” I shouted after him as he darted off. Elaine stayed behind, scrunching her nose in disgust. I grinned, knowing what I was goin She turned and bolted into the house, shouting, “Aunt Aria, your disgusting son is trying to get me covered in mud, help Chapter 61

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"Yes, Father?

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Finally, he spoke, his tone as cold as ever. Tax Liam pin you. Jaw him w

My stomach twisted. I straightened, keeping my voice even. "It was just a pace, Father

Just a game?” He turned slowly, his key gray eyes locking onto mice Just pee He repeated the words each se dropping like a stone in my cl

"If others see this, if they see weakness, they'll come for your thane. Then will it will be just a pme?

I swallowed, lowering my head in submission "I apologize, Father It won't happen agan

anything

He narrowed his eyes, his voice cutting through the air like a blade Kings do not apologie Kings do nor bow" His gaze darkened, every word His voice faltered, and I noticed his hands begin to shake. His eyes started to blink rapidly, the coldness in the replaced by something wild a uncontrolled.

It was happening again.

I took a cautious step toward him. "Father, have you taken your medication?" I reached for his pocket, where my mother always kept his pills just in case

he started to lose control. I reached inside, my fingers brushing against the bottle, when his hand shot out.

Claws extended from his fingers as he slashed at me, catching my face. Pain exploded across my cheek and stumbled backward, falling to the floor. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wild, like he didn't even recognize the

“Don't touch me.” His voice was low, dangerous. He looked at me with pure, unfiltered rage

I scrambled backward, terror rising in my chest. “Father, it's me! It's Grayson. Please

But his eyes were vacant, lost in some dark place I couldn't reach He grabbed me by the ankle, dragging me across the floor as I clawed at "You think you can take everything from me? My throne? Dictate how I live?"

"Father, stop! Please!" I tried to pull free, but his grip was like iron. He kicked me hard in the ribs, and I cried out, feeling the Mon, Dec 15

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sharp pain radiate through my side. "Please, stop-It hurts!"

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He kicked me again, harder this time, his face a mask of hatred. You think you can destroy my bloodline Curse us?"

I coughed, the taste of blood filling my mouth. “Father... please's me... it's Grayson.."

He

didn't stop, didn't even seem to hear the. Another kick landed, and I gasped, the pain blurring my vision. I could barely hear my own voice n "Victor!” My mother's frantic scream sliced the air, her footsteps pounding closer as I lay dazed, the ringing in my head deafening. Through blurred vision, I saw my father's eyes stap wide, a glimmer of recognition piercing through his haze. Just as my mother reached me, she thr He stammered, visibily shaken. “I–L”

He seemed to struggle, clawing for control, as if he himself was fighting a losing battle against something dark within him. My mother's voice For a moment, he stood there, his gaze flickering

between me and my mother, remorse mingling with something unreadable in his eyes. Then, with one last look, he disappeared, leaving only his harsh breathing echoing down the hall

"

My mother cradled me, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the fresh wound on my cheek, her voice breaking as she whispered, The pain throbbed through my entire body, a slow, brutal ache that spread deeper than just my skin. My voice came out in a hoarse whisper “He doesn't hate you,” she murmured, her voice thick with desperation, trying to convince both of us. "He doesn't. I promise, he doesn't. It w I wanted to believe her. I closed my eyes, hoping that her words could somehow make it true. But even as I drifted into darkness, I knew— deep down that it was a lie.

It didn't get better.

My father's violence only grew, becoming almost routine, his way of “strengthening me, of breaking me down to build me up into the king he

And with each beating, each dark look he cast my way, the anger in me

hardened. It twisted, deepening into a darkness that filled the empty spaces left by my father's constant attempts to crise who I was.

So I started planning.

Planning how to make it stop, how to end him and end the torment he forced me to endure.

Finally,

one night, the opportunity came. The house was silent, everyone asleep. I slipped from my room, the silver dagger hand feeling cold and un

in my

And then, as he lay there, I raised the dagger and stabbed him in the chest.