The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 112

-Grayson’s POV-

Elaine didn’t give me a chance to speak or explain myself. She turned and bolted out of my study, her footsteps echoing down the hall. I cursed under my breath, frustration and dread twisting in my chest. Liam, who had been sitting across from me moments before, rose to his feet, concern etched into his features.

“Stay here,” I snapped at him, my voice sharp. “I’ll handle this.”

Without waiting for a response, I pushed past the door and into the dimly lit corridor. Elaine was already disappearing around the corner, moving with the kind of desperation that cut me deeper than I cared to admit.

“Elaine,” I called after her, but she didn’t stop.

I let out a weary sigh, knowing I was about to make things worse but having no other choice. The weight of my Alpha aura rolled over the space between us, commanding her to stop. “Stop moving, Elaine,” I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for defiance.

Her steps faltered, and her body froze. Her shoulders were rigid, her back turned to me as she stood motionless in the middle of the hallway. I didn’t relish using my authority over her but there was no other way to make her stay and listen. Slowly, I closed the distance between us until I was standing just a few feet away.

“Yes,” I said, my voice steady but hollow. “I started the fire that night. But I didn’t mean for it to kill your parents or my mother. Things got out of control.”

The admission fell heavily between us, like a boulder dropped into a bottomless chasm. Her shoulders stiffened further, and when she finally turned to face me, her eyes were filled with tears, brimming with pain and fury.

“Just how inhuman have you become, Grayson?” Her voice trembled with emotion, each word sharper than the last. “You were responsible for that night, and you don’t even have the decency to feel remorseful? After all these years of lying to me?”

“Elaine-”

“No!” she cut me off, her voice shaking with barely restrained rage. “That night, I watched my father go up in flames. Do you have any idea how many nightmares I’ve had because of that? How screwed up that moment made me? And you… you wake up every day and act like it’s my fault I’m this way–when you did this, Grayson!”

She shoved me, her hands pressing against my chest with more force than I expected. It wasn’t enough to move me physically, but the impact of her words hit far harder than any physical blow ever could.

“You ruined my childhood!” she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her anguish. “You made me grow into this around her to be just as broken so I don’t have to feel alone. And then you act like who wants everyone miserable person taking me in was some kind of grand favor, as if I wouldn’t be this way if it weren’t for you!”

powerless. I wanted to say something–anything–that could

my emories in the first place. I hated what I had done to her, hated the way I had destroyed her life. And yet, I couldn’t find the words to make it right.

no less sharp. “Fifteen years of lies. That’s why you stood by and did nothing at first that night, isn’t it? I knew you were a bad person, but I didn’t know you

I didn’t flinch. Everything she was saying was true, and there was no point

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in denying it.

as she sniffled

eyes.

“You are….

just a monster.”

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when I saw it–the full extent of the damage I had done. She wasn’t just angry or grieving. She

tightly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I murmured, my voice low and

couldn’t quite make out–but the pain in her voice was unmistakable. It was the sound of someone who

then, like a spark igniting, she pulled away abruptly, her expression hardening once more. “Don’t touch me, Grayson,” she said, her voice icy. “Even if you didn’t mean for it to happen, how can you spend all these years acting high and

my mouth to respond,

you bring that commoner here.” Her voice dripped with disdain as she said the word. “You continuously belittle me because I

words slammed into me, and I froze, realizing where this was

making this right?” she demanded, her eyes burning with a mixture of desperation and fury. “Then tell her to leave.”

deserve but somehow had. She was

flat and devoid of emotion. “I’ll ask her to leave. I was

my tongue, but I forced myself to say them. The moment they left my lips, I felt a strange, gut- wrenching sensation, like a part of me had been ripped

felt it–her