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.

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 what

words struck a nerve. “So you hide,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended. “You let the rest of us fight and die while you sit here

has your way brought you peace? Has it made you

I had no

answer for that.

you don’t involve yourselves, then

There was a reason your plane crashed.

colder, the silence

caused it?” I asked, my voice low.

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Chapter 132

But something far greater than any of us–something that even we cannot fully understand- has drawn you

here.”

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

his pace slower this time. “Come.

followed him in silence, the weight 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 voice hushed.

his gaze fixed on the carvings. “This is the heart of our sanctuary. A place where the past, present, and future converge. Everything that has been and everything that will

closer, my eyes scanning the carvings. The symbols seemed to shift and change

wars that have come and gone are nothing compared to what is coming. The balance of the werewolf world

him, my jaw tightening. “What are you saying?”

Your kingdom, your

me, his unease clear. “This is starting to sound more like a threat

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

down on me. Before I could respond, a soft rustling echoed through the chamber, and suddenly, a woman emerged from the shadows. Her presence was as abrupt as it was unsettling, her dark eyes fixed intently on Alaric. She moved with an eerie

to Rickoj and whispered something. Before I could react, Rickon let out a startled sound and crumpled to the ground, his body going completely