The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 72

-Ava’s POV-

I let out a sharp gasp as my eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly trying to force my senses to catch up with the shock of waking. For a mom pist any houses-

they looked identical to my parents’ mansion. Each one was a perfect replica, from the tall windows to the finely manicured bushes, lined up

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A cold groan escaped my hips Really? My subconscious couldn’t have dropped me somewhere with a car waiting for me, or at least some o looked down the street, the houses stretched out as far as I could see, irlentical facades disappearing into the distance

With a sigh, I started walking, my footsteps echoing softly against the empty street. Each step seemed to take an eternity, my progress feel Then, after what felt like hours, something caught my eye-

a faint detail that broke the monotonous perfection. One of the houses had a small dent at the corner of its exterior, so subtle it was barely r I’d been walking in a loop.

So… either my subconscious wanted me to enter that house, or something was keeping me trapped.

I couldn’t think of any other explanation, so I took a deep

breath, turned, and walked toward it. My steps felt heavier as I approached the front door, the eerie silence pressing down around me. I rais expecting the butler from my childhood-the one who’d always looked down at me with that sneer of disdain—

to answer. But the knock echoed back at me unanswered.

No movement, no sound.

Was I really that alone? Not even a memory of my family here to greet me even though I didn’t really like them? At the very least, I would have expected Isabella or Uncle Damien or someone who made this place feel like home.

Pushing the door open, I called out, “Hello? Is anyone home? Mother? Father? Ava Ugly- nose butler?” My voice sounded small, almost swallowed up by the empty house

Silence greeted me, followed by a soft slam as the door closed behind me. I took a few tentative steps forward, glancing around. The place the same furniture, the same paintings on the walls. Every inch of the space seemed frozen in time.

Then, like a tug on my heart, I thought of my room. If there was anything to find inside my head, surely it would be there moved quickly up th

It was a nursery, filled with baby things, all neatly arranged but everything was in twos. Two cribs, two small beds, toys scattered around I fr

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Just as I was about to turn away, a sharp, piercing cry shattered the silence. Startled. I turned to see a small figure in one of the cribs sudde a baby-but not me seen pictures of myself as a baby, and this child didn’t look like me.

I reached out hesitantly, my fingers just about to touch her, when suddenly everything started to shake violently. The ground seemed to trem Chapter 72

for impact, throwing my hands up to shield my fare.

And then, in an instant, everything stopped.

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Lowering my arms slowly, I saw that I was no longer in the nursery but standing in the middle of a forest. The darkness around me was thick “Don’t you think it would be easier if you just showed yourself?” I shouted into the sharlows. “Then we could merge or whatever, and I coul ever-after nonsense

Nothing moved. The silence pressed down on me, almost mocking in its stillness. I scowled, irritation bubbling to the

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