The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 134

-Grayson’s POV-

Alaric’s words hit me like a punch to the gut, the weight of them sinking deep into my chest. The chamber seemed colder now, the glow of the carvings along the walls dimming as if the room itself was reacting to the tension in the air.

“What are you talking about?” My voice was quieter now, though no less sharp. “What does Ava have to do with this?”

Alaric’s ever–present smile remained, his dark eyes glinting with knowing light. “Everything.”

That single word sent a chill down my spine, the kind that no amount of fire or fury could warm away. Whatever calm I had left dissolved in an instant.

“What do you mean, everything?” I snapped. “If you know something, say it. Stop speaking in riddles.”

Alaric tilted his head slightly, an infuriating gesture of patience that only stoked my frustration. Then he took a step closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Let me show you how it all began. Come.”

I hesitated, glancing at Rickon, who lay unconscious on the cold stone floor. The steady rise and fall of his chest reassured me that he was merely asleep. Somehow, Alaric sensed my hesitation.

“Do not worry,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the shadows. “I will have him moved to a place of comfort and safety. Focus on what you are about to learn. It is the reason you are here.”

The subtle command in his tone made my wolf bristle, but I nodded, following him as he moved deeper into the chamber. The carvings on the walls grew more intricate, glowing faintly in hues of gold and silver. Then we stopped in front of a wall where the carvings formed an enormous mural, etched with stunning precision. Alaric gestured to the first image.

“This is where it begins,” he said, his voice low and reverent.

The mural depicted a lush, sprawling forest under the light of a full moon. Wolves ran freely, their bodies blending seamlessly with the natural world around them.

“Just as my people live now, the realm once existed in peace,” Alaric began, his tone steady and rhythmic, drawing me in. “It was a time before leaders, before titles, before ambition. Werewolves lived as one great pack, bound by the unity of the moon’s blessing. For centuries, perhaps longer, they roamed together without conflict. Every wolf had a place, and no wolf sought more than they needed.”

I could almost see it–the harmony, the ease of a world without struggle for dominance. But I could also feel the faint undercurrent of inevitability in his words, like the calm before a storm.

“What changed?” I asked, my voice quieter now, curiosity overpowering my irritation.

of the mural. Here, the wolves seemed smaller, scattered, as if something had splintered their

the first division. A single act that sowed the

carcass of a deer. The larger wolf’s teeth were bared in a

continued. “Food became scarce, and for the first time, wolves turned on one another. They fought for survival, for resources, for dominance. The harmony they had known began to crumble, and with it, the sense of unity that

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began to form smaller groups—what we now call packs. Each pack chose its strongest, its smartest, its most cunning to lead them. And

first. It showed wolves standing tall and proud, their heads held high, each surrounded by others who knelt in deference. But there was no unity here, only separation, as the packs turned their backs

the hearts of these new Alphas. They sought to prove their superiority, to claim territory

my mind’s eye–the chaos, the

my voice barely above a whisper. “Where were they in all

than any other, its fur as dark as the night sky, standing atop a hill. Below

not like the others,” Alaric said. “He was not born into ambition, nor did he seek power for its own sake. His name was Caelan. Just Caelan with no name attached. He was a wolf of unparalleled strength, but also of great wisdom and compassion. He saw the destruction that

the weight of it sinking in.

do it?” I

that he was not just an Alpha, but something greater. And

combat.”

shifted again, showing Caelan locked in battle with wolves of all sizes, his form

victorious.

for power, but for peace,” Alaric smiled. “And in each battle, he proved himself worthy. The Alphas who fell to him pledged their loyalty, and their packs followed. Slowly,

in the air like a weighty truth, and I felt a strange sense of

pressed, “where does it come

part of the mural. It showed Caelan standing beneath a massive tree, its branches twisted and