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.”

breath was 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

surprising to all of you,” I continued, my tone dropping slightly, “I don’t have the answers. I don’t know who’s responsible. And I don’t yet know how I’m going to

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

“is that the throne has been in my family for centuries. And I have no intention

passed through the crowd–relief, perhap, or renewed determination.

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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are going to change. We will tighten security. No one comes or goes without my

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of today, I am invoking a curfew.

into a low hum of discontent, whispers and murmurs filling the space once more. The higher

am not done speaking!” My voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. The murmurs died instantly, and all

for

respect, don’t you think a curfew might create more

allowing the enemy to move freely while we do nothing. Strength is taking control

Your Highness,” he stammered, quickly sitting

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

basis,” I replied evenly. “Anyone requiring clearance will come directly to me. If your reason is valid, you’ll receive permission. If

silent once more,

be clear. This curfew is not a punishment. It’s a test. A test of your loyalty, of your trust in me. I expect compliance, not rebellion. And

disapproval simmering beneath the surface, but she said nothing. She understood, as I did, that this

I said, straightening, “if there are no

silent, the atmosphere heavy