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.”

audible, followed by a ripple of murmurs. I didn’t stop to address the shock or concern, “The person responsible is the same individual–or group–behind the killings. They’ve made it clear they want my throne. They’re trying to destabilize us,

the silence now tinged with unease. “And I’ll admit something surprising to all of you,” I continued,

stretched, heavy and almost unbearable. It wasn’t often Ladmitted vulnerability–not to my pack, not to anyone, But there was power in honesty, in showing that I wasn’t invincible but still standing, still

that the throne has been

something passed through the crowd–relief,

war. I will ensure that. But make no mistake–this isn’t just my battle. It’s ours. Whoever is responsible isn’t just coming for me. They’re coming for all of us, for

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“things are going to change. We will tighten security. No one comes or goes without my knowledge. Every member of this pack will be

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words hang in the air before delivering the final blow. “And as of today, I am invoking a

murmurs filling the space once more. The higher ranks exchanged glances, some nodding

noise, sharp and commanding. The murmurs died instantly, and all eyes

a measure to protect you, to ensure that we leave no room for the enemy to exploit. If you have questions, ask them now. But do not

stood hesitantly, clearing his throat. “Your Highness,” he began, his voice trembling slightly, “with all due respect, don’t you think a curfew might create more fear among the pack? People might think we’re weak

“is allowing the enemy to move freely

he stammered, quickly sitting back down

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

will come directly to me. If your reason is valid, you’ll receive permission. If not, you’ll stay home.

once more,

It’s a test. A test of your loyalty, of

the surface, but she said nothing. She

“if there are no

the atmosphere heavy with unspoke