The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 141

Chapter 141

-Grayson’s POV-

“What the hell is going on?”

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I thought it, but it was Rickon who said it aloud. The moment the words left his mouth, Ricardo’s attention snapped to him. The grin that had been plastered on Ricardo’s face vanished, replaced by a deep frown.

“You found another best friend and replaced me so soon? I’m hurt.”

Okay. What?

That broke me out of the haze of surprise–not shock, though. This was Ricardo, after all. Faking his own death wasn’t beyond the realm of things he was capable of. The real question was why.

Before I could demand an explanation, Jerome spoke from behind me, his voice low and anxious, as though he had waited for the right moment to interrupt.

“I did what you asked,” he said, addressing Ricardo. “Can I have Anastasia now?”

Ricardo’s grin returned in an instant, sharp and unsettling. “Of course, brother. You’ve done marvelously. I’ll handle it from here.”

Jerome nodded in my direction, looking far too pleased with himself, and then strode out of the room.

Finally, I found my voice. “Are you going to explain what the hell is going on here?”

Ricardo clapped his hands together, his tone as infuriatingly cheerful as his expression. “Yes, yes, of course! Anything for you, Gray Gray.” He nodded as though laughing at some private joke again, then gestured to the table behind him. “The chef is preparing dinner. Join me?”

When his

merrier.”

shifted to Rickon, his nose wrinkled. “I wasn’t expecting you to bring company, gaze

but I

suppose

the more the

I didn’t want to sit down. I didn’t care about dinner. What I wanted was answers. Answers about why he had faked his death, why there had been no war from his people, and why he had orchestrated this entire twisted situation. Ricardo might have known me well enough to predict I’d come to Italy after hearing the rumors, but I knew him well enough to see through his

games.

“Why did you make me come here, Ricardo?” My voice was low, edged with warning. “And I’m not in the mood.”

clearly enjoying himself. “Wow. So there’s someone who gets on your nerves even more than I do.” He moved

words, the doors swung open. A chef and several staff filed in, carrying trays laden with food. Within moments, the table was transformed into a feast. The rich

my eyes off Ricardo.

with that same damn grin, unbothered by my irritation. When the staff finished setting the table, they bowed and disappeared as quickly as they had

gestured to the

even as

ignoring the tension between us, was already piling

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filling it as though this was just another normal

mused, his tone light

wearing dangerously thin. “I said I was not in

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like an annoyed teenager. “I’ll get to it.” He took a dramatic pause, as if gathering his thoughts, then smiled again. “Have you ever wanted

“It wasn’t.”

it was,” Rickon said, stuffing an entire bread

stared at him, wondering–again–how the hell I

I heard that Alphas were being killed and the killer was leaving a signature. So, I thought, Oh, that sounds like fun.“” He shrugged like this was the most logical thing in the world. “So, I pretended to be dead and let the news spread. I wanted to see what

what they said instead? That I

said, my tone

entirely. “I knew you’d understand. You see me for me. Aren’t you

for a moment, then grabbed a plate, loading it with food just to get him

while. It let me weed out the people who didn’t really like me–naturally, I’ve killed them all. That’s been a lot of fun. But unfortunately, pretending to be dead left my pack without an

spread that your pack was coming after me for supposedly killing you, knowing Carter would get

why you and I are best friends.”

my feet. “You and I are not friends. The only thing you’ve

time.

all

Then stay,” I snapped. “You two are

don’t be like that,” Ricardo said, his

him. “And stop

be serious if you sit back down,”

a

grin.

I didn’t move.

be serious,”

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