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.”

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

tinged with unease. “And I’ll admit something surprising to all of

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

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

something passed through the crowd–relief, perhap,

pack will not suffer because of this 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

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forward,” I continued, “things are going to change. We will tighten security. No one comes or goes without my knowledge. Every member

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

immediate ripple of reactions. The room erupted into a low hum of discontent, whispers and murmurs filling the space once more. The higher ranks exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, others frowning in

My voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. The murmurs died instantly, and all

for debate,” I said firmly. “It is 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

“Your Highness,” he began, his voice trembling slightly, “with all due respect, don’t you think a curfew might create more fear among

stare, and he visibly flinched. “Weakness,” I said slowly, “is allowing the enemy to move freely while we do nothing.

Your Highness,” he stammered, quickly sitting back down

of the room. “And what about our jobs? Some of us work at night. Will exceptions be

to me. If your reason is valid,

once more, the tension thick

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

simmering beneath the surface, but she said nothing. She understood, as I did, that this wasn’t about being liked.

I said, straightening, “if there are no more questions, we move

room remained silent, the atmosphere heavy with unspoke