The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Grayson’s POV-

There were so many questions I still wanted to ask. They seemed to know everything, well, not everything, but enough to completely throw everything I knew into chaos. So, they had to know who was responsible for the attacks and killings of the Alpha. But Alaric had told me that was a discovery I had to make on my own.

After those exact words, everything became a blur.

I couldn’t tell if it was because of the weight of his words, or if it was because he made everything feel blurry in the moment. It felt as if my mind was fogging, and the next thing I knew, I was being guided back outside. The world around me shifted and spun, until the ground beneath my feet felt like it was slipping away. My senses were failing me, and I didn’t even know if it was real or just the effect of the overwhelming knowledge I’d been thrust into.

I had to focus, but everything felt so distant. Alaric’s voice was a faint echo in my mind, but it was the only thing that kept me grounded. He’d said something about Rickon, something that didn’t fully register, but I knew I was supposed to trust it then with finality it echoed:

“We will meet again soon, Grayson Blackwood.”

And with that, it felt as though my body was being dragged through a tunnel of darkness. But before I could gather myself enough to understand anything, I felt the cold air, crisp against my skin. I blinked and stumbled, realizing I was standing outside again, back where Alaric had found me. The faint glow of distant lights made everything seem surreal and suddenly. Rickon was there next to me, still unconscious.

I glanced at him, unsure of what had happened. His groan broke the silence as he stirred beside me, his hand pressing against his head. He looked up at me with confusion.

“What the hell happened?” Rickon muttered, his voice hoarse and dazed.

Before I could even respond, the sound of approaching footsteps broke through the tension. I looked up, squinting to make out the figures rushing towards us. My wolf immediately went on alert preparing himself to attack or need be.

Rickon groaned again, still trying to sit up. He wiped his forehead and frowned at me. “Where did everyone go? What happened to Alaric? Why are we out here like this?” His questions were coming fast, one after another, but I had no answers to give him. It wasn’t as if I could explain it all.

The footsteps grew louder, and then, there they were–human figures, clad in tactical gear, moving in with an organized efficiency that reminded me of a well–trained rescue team.

There was no question about it–they were here for us.

Rickon blinked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the humans surrounding us. “Who are they?” he asked quietly. “They’re… here to get us out of here,” I said, but my voice didn’t sound as confident as I wanted it to

One of the rescuers, a man with dark hair and a stern expression stepped forward, scanning us with a calculating look. “Mr. Blackwood, I presume?” he asked, his voice surprisingly formal, as if dealing with someone of importance wasn’t a surprise.

เ

not the full extent, but they were treating me with a level of respect that told me

informed that you

medical attention,” the man

to me, his face scrunched with confusion and frustration. “Wait,

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his head. “What happened to Alaric? Where did he

I stayed quiet.

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truth be told, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to discuss it right now. I still had things I needed to do. And Italy was at the top of

I was just another person they had to help. They moved to help Rickon to his feet, but I

come with us now. It’s best

it didn’t change the truth I knew deep down. I wasn’t ready to go back home. I wasn’t ready to face whatever was waiting for me there. Not with Ava. And not with everything I

going back,” I said firmly, the words coming out with more certainty than I felt.

raised an eyebrow

Blackwood

got everything arranged. You’ll be

going back yet.

at me, bewildered. “What the hell are you talking about?” He looked at the humans around us. “You can’t be serious. You’re injured. You need help. I

of that go, not yet. I couldn’t go back until I was sure I

Italy was waiting.

let that wait any longer.

even to my own ears, but I meant them. I needed

little he could do. “Sir, that’s not a good

narrowing him with a glare

was no arguing with that. Not from them, anyway. They just nodded in quiet understanding, and though they still seemed reluctant to leave us in this state, they did. They made arrangements for transport, and

argue. “I don’t know what the hell you’re planning, but this… this is

didn’t want to. He wasn’t in the same place I was, wasn’t seeing the pieces falling into place the way I did. All I could think about was Italy and

wait. Because I didn’t

coming with me

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