The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 179

Chapter 179

-Grayson’s POV-

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I hadn’t given it much thought before. For years, I had built my reputation on fear, a reputation so formidable that the mere idea of betrayal seemed laughable. No one would dare go against me–not if they valued their life. Or so I thought. But the moment the screen of my phone went black, the realization hit me like a blade to the gut.

Someone had tampered with it.

Someone on the inside.

It was all clear now. The way the message from the person behind the killings had appeared at the estate’s entrance without anyone seeing them. The way they had slipped past the tight security I had spent years perfecting. There was no doubt in my mind anymore. Whoever was responsible wasn’t just bold–they had help. And that help was coming from within.

I wasn’t naïve enough to think I’d uncover the mole during this meeting. That would have been too easy. No, this was about sending a message—to the traitor, to the pack, to anyone foolish enough to think they could challenge me. They needed to remember who I was. And why no one dared cross me.

The whispers in the hall were rising, filling the grand space with a nervous energy. I allowed it for a moment, letting them murmur their theories, their doubts. Fear was a powerful tool, and silence commanded respect, but sometimes you needed to let people unravel before reeling them back in.

My gaze swept across the room and landed briefly on Ava. She was seated to my right, her expression carefully blank, though the slight crease in her brow betrayed her annoyance. She was irritated, no doubt because I hadn’t informed her of my plans.

I raised my hand, and the whispers died instantly. The room fell silent, the kind of silence that pressed against the skin, heavy and oppressive. When I spoke, my voice was calm, even, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath it.

“As some of you may have heard, there was a shooting recently,” began, my eyes scanning the faces in the room. “I was the target, and yes, I was shot.”

murmurs. I didn’t stop to address the shock or concern, “The person responsible is

the weight of my words sink in. The room had gone completely still, the silence now tinged with unease. “And I’ll admit something surprising to all of you,” I continued, my tone dropping slightly, “I don’t have the answers. I

heavy and almost unbearable. It wasn’t often Ladmitted vulnerability–not to my pack, not to anyone, But there was power in

growing stronger, “is that the throne has been in my family for centuries. And I have

through the crowd–relief,

my battle. It’s ours. Whoever is responsible

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fought to protect.”

will tighten security. No one comes or goes without my knowledge. Every member of this pack will be accounted for. There will be no room for error,

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delivering the final blow. “And as of today, I am invoking a curfew. No one leaves their

of reactions. The room erupted into a low hum of discontent, whispers and murmurs filling the space

cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. The murmurs died instantly, and all eyes turned back to

that we leave no room for the enemy to exploit. If you have questions, ask

his throat. “Your Highness,” he began, his voice trembling slightly, “with all due respect, don’t you think a curfew might

cold stare, and he visibly flinched. “Weakness,” I said slowly, “is allowing the enemy to move freely while we do nothing. Strength is taking control of the situation before

stammered, quickly sitting back down

up, this time from the back of the room. “And what about our jobs?

will be granted on a case–by–case basis,” I replied evenly. “Anyone requiring clearance will come directly to me. If your reason is valid, you’ll receive permission. If not, you’ll stay home. It’s as simple as

more, the

is not a punishment. It’s a test. A test of your loyalty, of your trust

in her seat beside me, her expression unreadable. I could feel her disapproval simmering beneath the surface, but she said nothing. She understood, as I did, that this wasn’t about being liked.

there are no more questions, we move

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