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

story even as Alaric spoke. Darius, standing tall and defiant, his sneer

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

words settled heavily in my chest. “So

now learning of it?” Alaric finished for me. “Yes. That’s part of it. The curse was designed so that the truth could not simply be told–it had to be discovered

his voice taking on a more urgent tone. “Darius, in his desperation, sought a way to

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to a pack known for their connection to the Moon Goddess–a pack with

Pierce,” I said, the pieces falling into place. “That’s why they’re the best healers. That’s why Ava

of the

depicting two infants. “By the time you were born, Grayson, the curse had reached its peak. And 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 she was pregnant with twins and the essence wasn’t meant to be shared.

was glowing faintly, her form etched with light and divine energy, while the

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,

I didn’t understand.

the connection I felt with her–the undeniable pull, the fire in

confusion, Grayson, but I’m

unthinkable reality for Evelyn and Luther and to cement that reality even more, that night… one of the twins was stolen.” His finger hovered over a faint outline

I asked, my voice

the symbol. “The stolen twin was

drain from my face as his words sank in. “And

answer.

Luther and Evelyn raised her, trying desperately to shape her into what they had lost. But no matter

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with a truth 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 the shards