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.

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.

let the rest of us fight and die while you sit here in peace, thinking you’re

your way brought you peace? Has it made you stronger, or has it

I had no

answer for that.

tentative. “If you don’t involve yourselves, then why

expression shifted slightly, a shadow passing over his features. “Your arrival was no accident. There was a reason

grew colder, the

saying you caused it?” I asked, my voice

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far greater than any of

here.”

palpable, his shoulders tensing. “And what

didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned and began walking again, his pace slower this time.

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

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

symbols seemed to shift and change as I looked at them,

silence. “The wars that 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 not, you are

him, my jaw tightening. “What are you

a 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 or

is starting to sound more

the truth. And the truth, as you’ll soon

the air, their weight pressing 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 grace, her silence more unnerving

she turned her gaze to Rickoj and whispered something. Before I could react, Rickon let out a startled sound and crumpled to the