The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 132

-Grayson’s POV-

Rickon and I followed Alaric deeper into the heart of this hidden world, the path growing narrower as the soft glow from the crystalline walls dimmed. The sound of the waterfall faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet hum of this strange sanctuary. Despite the peace surrounding us, I couldn’t shake the tension coiling in my chest.

Rickon walked slightly behind me, his usual sharp remarks kept in check, though I could feel his unease. Alaric, on the other hand, moved with a calm confidence, his steps unhurried, his presence unnervingly composed.

Finally, Rickon broke the silence, his voice low. “You’re awfully quiet for someone who supposedly wants to show us something.”

Alaric stopped abruptly, his back still to us. “Because you’re not ready to hear it.”

I frowned. “Then why bring us here at all?”

Alaric turned, his dark eyes gleaming in the faint light. “Because there is a reason you’re here, Grayson Blackwood.” His gaze flicked briefly to Rickon before settling back on me.

Rickon shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t speak.

“You think we live in isolation out of ignorance,” Alaric continued, his tone even. “That we’ve removed ourselves from the world because we fear it. But let me assure you, we know everything.”

The weight of his words filled the space, pressing down on us like a heavy fog.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm.

“We know of every war that has come and passed. Every betrayal. Every alliance forged in blood and broken in greed. We know of the battles fought in your name, Grayson. Of the lives lost, the territories claimed, the power struggles that have defined the werewolf world for centuries.”

Rickon glanced at me, his expression unreadable.

“And you just… watch?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

almost pitying. “We observe. We remember. But no matter what happens beyond these walls, we will never involve ourselves in it. This is a sanctuary. A place untouched

tone sharper than I intended. “You let the rest of us fight and die while you sit here in peace, thinking you’re

peace? Has it made you stronger, or has

I had no

answer for that.

don’t involve yourselves, then why are we here? Why did

arrival was no accident. There was a reason your plane crashed. A reason you were

colder, the

saying you caused it?” I asked,

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of us–something that even we cannot

here.”

palpable, his shoulders tensing. “And what exactly is this ‘greater thing‘ supposed to

Instead, he turned and began walking again, his pace slower this

chamber, the ceiling high and the walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Symbols and patterns I didn’t recognize spiraled across the stone, their meaning just out of

is this place?” Rickon

heart of our sanctuary. A place where the past, present, and future converge. Everything that has been

carvings. The symbols seemed to shift and change

coming. The balance of the werewolf world is crumbling, Grayson. And whether you realize it or not, you are

turned to him, my jaw tightening.

storm on the horizon, one that will test everything you believe in. Your kingdom, your power, your loyalty–all of it will be called into question. And whether you survive it

starting to sound more like a threat

the truth. And the truth, as you’ll soon learn, has a way of

woman emerged from the shadows. Her presence was as abrupt as it was unsettling, her dark eyes fixed intently

a subtle nod, a gesture of unspoken understanding. Without hesitation, she turned her gaze to Rickoj and whispered something. Before I could react, Rickon let