The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 47

-Ava’s POV-

I was convinced that one day in hell, the devil got bored with his demons and decided he needed some fresh, twisted entertainment. So, he

The triumphant smile didn’t leave her face, like she’d just won some prize for showing up unannounced and declaring her move- in. Isabella broke the silence, her voice slicing through the tension. “I hardly know Liam, but I actually pity him for choosing to put himself thr Elaine’s smile fell instantly, and she took a step forward, but I quickly slipped between them. “Grayson asked everyone to behave,” I said firr Before she could start in, I 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 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 clea

“It’s not my house, Bels. I 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 I didn’t warn you.”

I headed to the bathroom, tuning out her protests. I took my time in the shower, carefully peeling off the bandages I’d gotten in Italy. The doc 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 swat

I 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?”

I choked on my food, coughing so loudly that I scrambled for my water, nearly

spilling it as I 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 colle sorry, tearing-through?”

I slapped a hand over her mouth, glaring at her. “Seriously, shut up. You have no filter. How did I 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 “If you tell an ass joke and ruin this meal for me, I’ll punch you in the face,” I warned, eyeing her pointedly.

She laughed, throwing her head back and clearly preparing for more snarky remarks when suddenly a commotion erupted near the entranc 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, I was out of my seat, moving instinctively toward the chaos. “I’m a doctor,” I said quickly, though I doubted anyone could hear me over the panicked whispers around us. The mother’s eyes widened with desperation as she handed the chil

I set the boy down on a nearby table, scanning him quickly. He was young-maybe six or seven-noveldrama

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,” I 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. I glanced back at his mother, who was now clutchin 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. I positioned my hands, administering a series of abdominal thrusts. Come on, come on. My mind zeroed in on the task, After the third thrust, there was a faint cough. His chest heaved weakly, and I could feel the blockage shifting. Relief rushed through me, but 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 labored. I 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 I 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

I glanced at her, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “And you just called me Ava so it must be true.“I grinned, “Thanks, Bels. L death experience.”

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