The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

-Grayson’s POV-

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Alaric’s words struck like thunder, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. My chest tightened, my instincts screaming that whatever I was about to hear would change everything I thought I knew. Without a word, I followed him deeper into the chamber, each step echoing against the cold, unyielding stone walls.

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The air grew heavier, thick with an ancient tension that pressed down on my chest. We stopped in front of a massive mural, its edges bathed in an otherworldly blue glow that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The mural was intricate and dark, its center dominated by a figure cloaked in shadows, its form blending with the chaos around it.

“This,” Alaric began, his voice low and deliberate, “is where the story of the Blackwood legacy takes its darkest turn.”

I stepped closer, studying the intricate carvings. The figure stood surrounded by wolves with their heads bowed, not in reverence but in unmistakable fear. Around them, the forest was aflame, the trees twisted and scorched, their branches like skeletal hands reaching out for mercy.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alaric’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by a solemn expression that made my stomach churn. “As you must know by now, Grayson, no lineage is without its blemishes. Even the strongest have their weaknesses.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

“The Blackwood lineage,” he continued, his tone grave, “became the beacon of unity and strength, keeping the wolves together under a shared vision of peace. But power,” he said, his voice sharp and bitter, “can corrupt even the noblest of intentions. And so it did.”

He gestured to a section of the mural where the shadowed figure now stood atop a mountain of bones, its claws dripping with blood. Around it, the wolves who had once knelt in unity had turned against each other, their snarls and howls frozen in chaotic disarray.

“One of your ancestors,” Alaric said, his voice laced with disdain, “decided that being the Alpha King wasn’t enough. He saw himself not as a protector, but as a ruler—one above all, even the goddess who made us.”

His words aligned eerily with the words Maria had told me, but I held my tongue, letting him continue.

existence of the Moon Goddess, mocking the idea of bowing to what he called a ‘superficial female. In his mind, women were inherently inferior, and the idea that his strength and power came from a goddess was an affront to his pride.”

standing tall and defiant, his sneer etched into the stone. Around him, wolves cowered or snarled, caught

light, and laid a curse upon Darius. Since he believed women to be inferior, his very survival would depend on one. She decreed that his lineage would be bound to their fated mates, chosen solely by her. They could only find true strength through this bond. Without their mate, their power would diminish, leaving them vulnerable and weak and it is a curse

my chest. “So this… curse,” I said

“Yes. That’s part of it. The curse was designed so that the truth could not simply be told–it had to be discovered through

tone. “Darius, in his desperation, sought a way to break

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Goddess–a pack with unparalleled healing abilities. A pack

the pieces falling into place. “That’s why they’re the best healers. That’s why Ava is so good at what

Moon Goddess’s decree. But they did strike a pact with Darius. They promised that when the time came, a wolf of pure blood from their lineage would be born–a wolf who could bind the fate of the Alpha King’s bloodline and break the curse. But there was a condition: the

when Evelyn Pierce took in with child, the prophecy was set into motion. You were the descendant chosen to undo it before your line vanquished. But fate was cruel because

at the sight of the two babies. One was glowing faintly, her form etched with light and divine energy, while the other lay shadowed and fragile, her outline barely visible against the stone.

heavy with the weight of the story. “The essence was transferred into one of the Pierce twin, the one born with the strength to carry it. But the other twin…” He hesitated, his expression softening for a brief moment, “…she was left weak, her survival hanging by a thread. She lived, but she would never be whole–not

I didn’t understand.

that survived and the child Evelyn and Luther raised, didn’t that mean she was my fated mate? That would explain the connection I felt with her–the undeniable pull, the fire in my veins every time I was near her. But then, what about the other twin?

smiled faintly, his expression tinged with sympathy. “I can sense your confusion, Grayson, but I’m

more, that night… one of the twins was stolen.” His finger hovered over a faint outline etched into the stone–an image

I asked, my

stolen twin was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess, the one the essence was transferred to.

sank in. “And Ava?” I forced the words out, though I wasn’t sure

answer.

was never the right one. Luther and Evelyn raised her, trying desperately to shape her into what they had lost. But no matter what they did, she could never truly be what

I wasn’t ready to face. That was why Evelyn and Luther hated me so much. Their bitterness ran deeper than mere disdain. It was the curse. It had taken one of their children and left them grasping at