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.

was faint, 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 by the chaos of your world. To interfere would be to taint

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

me, Grayson, has your way brought you peace? Has it made you stronger, or has it only torn

I had no

answer for that.

tentative. “If you don’t involve yourselves, then why are we here? Why

“Your arrival was no accident. There was a reason your plane crashed. A reason you were brought to this

air grew colder, the silence

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far greater than any of us–something that even

here.”

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

his pace slower

of his words settling between us. The path opened into a larger chamber, the ceiling high and the walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Symbols and patterns I

this place?” Rickon asked, his

fixed on the carvings. “This is the heart of our sanctuary. A place where the past, present, and future converge. Everything that

The symbols seemed to shift and change

have come and gone are nothing compared to what is coming. The balance of the werewolf world is crumbling, Grayson. And whether you realize it or

to him, my jaw

everything you believe in. Your kingdom, your power, your loyalty–all of it will be called into question. And whether you survive it or fall will depend on

“This is starting to sound

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

the chamber, and suddenly, a woman emerged from the shadows. Her presence

gave her a subtle nod, a gesture of unspoken understanding. Without hesitation, she turned her gaze to Rickoj and whispered something. Before