The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Grayson’s POV-

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foot down on the gas, I turned on the engine just as Liam settled into the passenger seat. Without a word, I slammed zooming off once the door shut. The silence stretched between us, and out of sheer boredom, I counted in my head, curious how long Liam could keep quiet.

1 hit ninety–seven when he finally broke the silence.

“You know, I have no problem with you purposefully provoking her father by setting the wedding on the same day his ultimatum ends, Liam started, his tone light but knowing. “But maybe you should’ve spoken to the bride in question first before announcing it to the worldTM

I kept my eyes on the road, not bothering to respond right away. The city blurred past us, and as I took a sharp turn, heading toward my company, I finally spoke. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Liam snorted. “Okay, first, you don’t have a problem with me and Elaine, and second, you just used the word ‘fun‘ in a sentence. Something’s definitely wrong with the universe.”

I smirked slightly, pulling up to the front of Blackwood. Without a word, I stepped out of the car, ignoring the curious stares of the employees who quickly scrambled to clear the path. Liam followed behind me, still grumbling under his breath.

It took more than people could imagine to hold the kind of power I did. The title of Alpha King had been in my family for generations, but that didn’t mean it was handed to me on a silver platter. I had built Blackwood from the ground up, turning irinto a billion–dollar empire that put my foot in both the werewolf and human worlds. That kind of dominance re constant vigilance. People didn’t cross me–unless they had a death wish..

“Going to your office?” Liam asked as we entered the building. I gave him a brief nod and continued walking, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

When I stepped into the elevator. I could already feel the weight of the day ahead, but I had no patience left for the minor annoyances. The doors slid open, and I made my way toward my office.

My PA, a petite, mousy woman, shot up from her desk the moment she saw me approach, her eyes wide with a flicker of fear. She stammered, “Mr. Blackwood, you… you have a guest in your office. I tried to stop her, but she was persistent.”

I raised an eyebrow, my expression cold. “Persistent?” I repeated my voice dropping to a deadly calm that made her face pale

“Yes,” she whispered

1 kept my gaze fixed on her. “What happens when I have five walk–ins à day and they are all PERSISTENT?”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

I said coldly. “Clear out

to defend herself like she had been waiting for the inevitable. She simply nodded, tears brimming in her eyes as she hurriedly began packing her belongings. As she scurried off, I added, “Make sure someone clears out

to my office door, a sharp sense of irritation already gnawing at me. I didn’t have the patience for

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a perfume designed to distract. My growled in the back of my mind, an echo of my

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sashayed toward me, swaying her hips in that practiced way

nice to see you, Grayson,” she purred. “It’s been

the

it back on. “Oh, that hurts my feelings. I haven’t seen you in over a year, and this is how you treat

was hunning, there was no denying that tall, lean, with the kind of body that made men stop and stare. Her perfectly sculpted face, framed

lay underneath–a manipulative, conniving woman who used her looks as a weapon. Monica was the type

But that was a tale I preferred not to think about, or I

in the mood, Monica. Wherever you crawled out from, return

turned toward the door, already regretting firing my PA. I should’ve had her call

her.

announcement,” she said, her voice sweet and laced with poison. “I

“You’ve given your

isn’t it? The way things turn out. One minute, you’re planning

to put a ring on her

she should never show her face near me again. Apparently, that threat

into the country,” she continued, her voice dripping with faux innocence. “I’ve missed Elaine so much I was thinking I’d pay

zero interest in your reunion plans,

like that. We had good times, didn’t we? Surely you haven’t forgotten everything. Her voice dropped, becoming a whisper. “I certainly

ended when you decided to sleep with someone else the week before our