The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

My feet moved faster than my brain could register. One minute I was gripping onto whatever little control I had left, and the next, I was bolting down the hall like my life depended on it. Which, given the situation, wasn’t far from the truth

How did I end up here? One moment, I was just another woman trying to survive heartbreak, and now.. now I was Luna to the Alpha King.

Contracted Lama, that tiny voice in my head whispered, as if that made a difference.

It didn’t.

Grayson’s silky voice replayed in my head, like a broken record couldn’t shut off.

“I have a problem with my erection. I can’t get hard.”

The

The bluntness of his confession had knocked the air out of my lungs. Him? Of all people?

Grayson Blackwood, with his carved–from–stone jawline and eyes that seemed to strip me bare every time they landed on

me that man had problems getting aroused? It didn’t seem possible. But that was the least of my problems.

–

I had no time to process the absurdity of it all before I crashed straight into someone. Hard. My body hit the floor with a painful thud, a curse half–formed on my lips.

“Watch it!” An annoyed voice cut through the air.

My hands stung where they broke my fall, and winced, staring at the floor for a moment before I blinked up at the woman standing over me. She was stunning–long dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes so intense they practically pierced through me. She looked like she belonged on a runway, not in the halls of this freezing castle

I continued to stare at her and her eyes narrowed, “Will you not apologize? Do you realize that Grayson is my cousin and

you

almost ruined a dress worth more than your life?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but a deep, commanding voice boomed down the hall. My head snapped toward it just as a tall man strode toward us. His eyes, hard and unforgiving, locked onto the woman with a look that could freeze water.

“Elaine,” he said in a tone that left no room for argument, “Grayson told you didn’t want to see you around for a while after what you did.”

The woman. Elaine only smiled in return. A dark mischievous smile. “It’s nice to see you too.”

Grayson.

way they spoke about him, which made me even more

me up and down, his expression unreadable, before continuing,

she crossed her arms over

with disdain. She shot me a glare that could burn

again, full of judgment, like she was searching

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that would matter. This woman had already decided I was

enemy,

his credit, ignored her entirely. He gave me a polite smile, gesturing

your room

legs feeling like jelly, before snapping out of it and following him, all too aware of Elaine’s

her tone as shargas a blade, “but outsiders aren’t welcome here.

my throat and quickened my pace, keeping my focus on Liam’s

a lavish room that looked like it had been ripped from a magazine–dark wood, plush carpets, and an enormous

Make yourself comfortable. Grayson

feeling out of place.

closing softly behind him. And

the hell had

back to reality. I fumbled in my pocket, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled it out. The screen flashed with

the phone. The one with the evidence–the proof of

mess

hard and answered, barely able to get a word in before the voice on the

of Isabella’s scream. “What is wrong with you, Bels?” I whispered harshly, trying to contain

stay calm, never lose your cool–that’s who I was supposed to be. But then there

first day at the werewolf academy. I still remembered the moment

her actual target, and clocked me right in the nose instead. It hurt like hellmixed with surprise, but what followed surprised me even more–she didn’t

up to me, grabbed my face, “What in the moon goddess of a swirling eye creature are you?” She paused for a

my throbbing nose. But here we were, nine years

snapping me back to the present. “I know you’re not still on this

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winced, rubbing my temples. “Please keep it down, Bels,” I muered, exhaustion

she shot back, her voice full of fire. She was the only person who ever called me Lalian–always insisting she had to

probably already grabbing her jacket to storm out the door. “You don’t even know where 1 am,” I muttered under