The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Chapter 206

-Ava’s POV-

My wolf growled then, and it was the loudest I had ever heard.

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The shift happened. It wasn’t gradual. It wasn’t controlled. It ripped through me like a tidal wave, and I barely had time to brace myself before it consumed me.

A pulse-strong, wild, ancient-shot through my bones. Heat erupted in my veins, fire licking at my skin, but there was no pain. Only raw, unfiltered power surging through every inch of me.noveldrama

I let it take me.

With a snarl, I lunged at the vault door. My claws-sharper, deadlier than before-sank into the metal like it was nothing. The thick steel groaned, the vibrations rattling through the ground.

I felt the power twist through me, a force beyond just my wolf, something deeper-something other.

The vault shattered.

A deafening boom tore through the chamber as the reinforced steel crumpled under my strength, folding inward like A shockwave blasted outward, sending debris flying. Dust and smoke clouded the air, choking the dim light from the overhead bulbs.

Then, as suddenly as it had come-the power

vanished.

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The force drained out of me like water slipping through my fingers. My body buckled under the sudden loss, muscles seizing, bones snapping back. My claws retracted, my skin burned as fur receded, my limbs shaking violently as I was forced back into my human form.

I barely caught myself before I hit the ground.

I gasped, my vision spinning. My lungs felt hollow, my limbs like dead weight. The loss of that power left a gaping void inside me, but I didn’t let it consume me. Not now.

I pushed myself up on trembling arms, my mind already shifting back to the only thing that mattered–my father.

Through the settling dust, I saw him, slumped against my mother, his skin ashen, his breathing weak. His body sagged in the restraints, the cursed silver still eating at him.

I forced myself to my feet, ignoring the way my legs nearly gave but beneath me. “Father-”

I stumbled forward, reaching him as my mother struggled to keep him upright. Blood streaked his shirt, the dark stains growing.

My mother turned to me, her own eyes still wide, but she said nothing-just stripped off her suit jacket and thrust it toward

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“Put this on,” She said quickly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I barely registered the fabric as I slipped my arms through the sleeves, the warmth of it grounding me just enough to push forward.

“We need to get him up,” I said, already shifting to grab his other arm.

My father groaned, his head lolling forward as he tried to focus on me. “Ava…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

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“I’m here,” I said firmly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, bearing as much of his weight as I could. “We’re getting you out of here.”

My mother moved quickly, taking his other side. “We need to move fast. That poison is still spreading.” He let out a rough cough, but I could feel him trying to push through the pain, trying to stay conscious. “We need a counter,” I said, breathless, adjusting my grip. “Nightshade and wolfsbane. You said it could neutralize the poison.”

My father barely nodded, his breathing labored. “Damien… he wouldn’t have left me here without making sure…” He winced. “There might be… something. Hidden. Close.”

My mother and I exchanged a look.

“He wouldn’t have taken the risk,” she murmured. “If the poison was his failsafe, he would have ensured it couldn’t be reversed. But if Luther’s right…”

“Then there’s an antidote somewhere,” I finished, “But we don’t have time to search the entire compound. Grayson’s friend is a witch. She can do a spell to stop the spread and then we can find it and Damien said we have only twenty minutes. This place is probably going to blow up. We need to get out of here.”

My mother nodded, tightening her grip on my father as we moved, dragging his weight between us. My legs trembled, my breath came in sharp gasps, but we pushed forward.

The hallway stretched ahead, dim and eerily silent except for the low hum of the factory machines. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. Bodies littered the floor-wolves and men alike, their lifeless forms sprawled in unnatural angles.

No survivors.

Only our ragged breathing and the relentless drone of the machines filled the void.

I swallowed down the nausea clawing at my throat and kept moving. We had no time to grieve, no time to think about the carnage. The only thing that mattered was getting my father out of here.

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