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.

ourselves in it. This is a sanctuary. A place untouched by

the rest of us fight and die while you sit here in peace, thinking you’re above it all.”

waver. “Perhaps. But tell me, Grayson, has your way brought you peace? Has it made you stronger, or has it only torn your

I had no

answer for that.

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

was no accident. There was

colder, the silence

caused it?” I asked,

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shook his head. “Not–us. But something far greater than any of us–something that even we cannot fully

here.”

unease was palpable, his shoulders tensing. “And what exactly is this ‘greater thing‘

began walking again, his pace slower this time. “Come. There is more you need to

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

place?” Rickon asked, his

“This is the heart of our sanctuary. A place where the past, present, and

shift and change as I looked at

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

turned to him, my jaw

that will test everything you believe in. Your kingdom, your

me, his unease clear. “This is starting to

you’ll soon learn, has a way of revealing itself when

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

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