The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 280

-Grayson’s POV-

“Are you sure about this?”

Ava’s voice was soft, careful, as if s

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knew exactly how heavy this moment was for me. It took me a second to register her words before I turned to her. And when I did, despite everything–the weight pressing against my chest, the ghosts lingering in the air–I smiled. Just at the sight of her.

I had been doing that a lot lately or at least for the past three days.

Three days. That’s how long it had been since I almost lost her again. Since I put an end to the threat hanging over the realm once and for all.

I exhaled slowly, turning my attention back to the house in front of me.

The remains of it.

Elaine had been right when she said I needed to confront my past to move on. Talking to my parents–or what was left of them–wasn’t going to change anything. Telling my father how much I hated that I became him, how I blamed him for making me like this, telling my mother that I wished I had never become like this… none of that would erase what was already written.

I had to come here. To where it started.

To where the hate first took root, before it festered and spread, before it grew into something so consuming that I didn’t even realize I had let it shape me.

“You want me to go in with you?” Ava asked again.

I dragged my gaze away from the house and shook my head. “I think I have to do this myself.”

She nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. I knew she wanted to argue, but she didn’t. Instead, she squeezed my hand one last time before letting go.

I turned back to the house.

The fire had taken almost everything. Almost. The structure was still standing, but it was a hollow shell of what it once was. The roof had caved in years ago, leaving jagged, blackened beams exposed to the sky. The walls were cracked, some sections barely holding together, others collapsed entirely, leaving gaping holes like open wounds.

And yet, it still felt… imposing.

Even after all these years, even as the vines crept up its broken frame and nature slowly tried to reclaim it, it still stood like it was daring me to step inside.

I inhaled.

Even now, even after so much time had passed, I could still smell the smoke.

Not fresh, not like it had just burned–but old, settled deep into the bones of the house, into the very ground. A scent that would never truly leave.

I forced my feet forward, stepping past the threshold.

The moment I did, the past crashed into me.

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Chapter 280

Not just in memories, but in something deeper. Something tangible.

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could almost hear it–the distant echoes of footsteps, of laughter, of voices calling my name. I could almost see it, like the years hadn’t

entryway had once been grand. My mother had kept the floors polished, the dark wood always gleaming. A chandelier used to hang

covered in dirt and debris. The chandelier was

I was five years old again.

the house was

way,

in her

my little legs barely able to keep up with my excitement, “It

her head, but there was no

blinked, and the

The warmth vanished.

was

And

my

same entryway, his hand gripping

had growled. “You think it’s going to treat you gently because

tried to hold back my tears. He hated when I cried. Hated when I

But it hurt.

My arm hurt.

voice had cracked, “I didn’t

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mean to?” He had shoved me back,

fallen to the ground. Not because he had hit me. Not yet. But because the weight of

after that moment, the shadows had started to

had started to fade.

then, another shift.

I was twelve.

at the top of the grand staircase, staring down at

The kind of voice that made

thought I

I realized what he was

what kind of man

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time I had ever truly

to another memory and a burst of

faded away, replaced by a warm

Elaine.

arms wrapped around my waist as she tried to pull me away from the top of the stairs. Her blonde hair was wild

insistently, “Before they find

one last time toward the study where my father and his men were still talking. Their voices were low. serious. I

care about any of that.

her blue eyes shining with mischief. “You’re

golden sunlight streamed in, past the shelves lined with

a “trap” using

perfect,” she whispered, crouching behind a bush. “When

do know

completely undeterred, “That’s

had laughed then. A real, full laugh that felt foreign

been my light in that house, in