The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 154

Two months,

roat. My heart hammered, each beat sounding too loud in be possible? I tried to move, but the ground beneath me

The world seemed to halt around me, my breath caught in my my ears. Two months? I couldn’t make sense of it. How could th felt like it was slipping, shifting, like I was losing my grip on everything.

The air was thick with confusion, laced with fear, but also some ing darker-something that I couldn’t place, but I knew it was there. My mind scrambled, struggling to piece it together.noveldrama

Grayson stood still beside me, not saying anything at first, his expression unreadable. I could feel his presence, the tension radiating off him. And then, finally, he spoke, his voice filled with authority but it felt forced.

Like he wanted. No needed to immediately understand what the hell had happened so he could be on top of

it.

“We need to get you back to the estate.”

I blinked, trying to process, still reeling from Isabella’s words so his words barely registering as I looked back at her, “Two months? I stuttered, my voice cracking with disbelief. “What do you-what do you mean? How? How could it be two months? I was-“I broke off, shaking my head as if I could shake the fog out of my brain.

The confusion was too much.

Isabella opened her mouth to speak, still staring at me like she couldn’t believe I was here but before she could, Grayson lifted me, sweeping me off my feet, and in that moment, I didn’t have the strength to fight it. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew I needed to trust him.

Trust why he was being so calm when we both just found out that we had disappeared for two months.

He carried me bridal style, moving past the men who stood silently in his path, their heads bowed as we passed. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My mind was still clouded, swirling with a hundred questions that I couldn’t even begin to form into coherent thoughts.

“Grayson,” I whispered, barely audible, as I buried my face against his chest, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Two months… we… How?”

He didn’t answer. His body was stiff, his movements deliberate, and though I didn’t know if it was from the shock I was feeling or something else.

“Where are we going?” I managed to get the question out through the fog in my mind. The words felt heavy, as if I had to force them through the confusion that clouded me.

“We’re not far from my estate,” he said quietly, his voice steady, but distant. “I recognize the woods. We’ll be there soon.”

I didn’t respond. I just closed my eyes, burying my face further into his chest, trying to process everything, but nothing made sense. How could two months have passed? My thoughts tangled, every question racing through my mind like a thousand storms, but I couldn’t seem to grasp anything.

When we reached the estate, the first thing I noticed was the silence. Everyone we passed stared at us like they were seeing a ghost, their expressions wide-eyed, mouths hanging open in shock. I could feel the weight of their gaze, but Grayson didn’t slow down. He didn’t even look at them. His stride was purposeful, unbroken, and it only made me feel more lost.

Two months. How?

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Before I could even process the answer to that question, I felt melf being lowered onto something soft. My borly

isteret the change before my mind could keep up, and I real ed that we were in a room. Grayson’s room. He was abour to turn away, but before he could, I caught his hand, my grip werk brut desperate.

Grayson. I whispered, barely able to keep my voice steady. “Tw months.”

He didn’t look at me at first, but when he did, his gaze softened. Then, without a word, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Go to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said, voice gentle but firth, as though he was trying to soothe me, or perhaps himself.

And then, just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the room. Stunned. Confused. I stared at the door long after he left, the words swirling in my head. Two months?

How could I sleep after everything that had happened? After eveything I didn’t understand? We had only been in this place a day-two days, tops. So how could I have been gone f

I heard voices outside the door, muffled at first, then louder the I heard Isabella’s voice, “I’m going in because

I need to talk to my best friends that disappeared with you for two whole months. Do you understand that?”

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