The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 132

-Grayson'’s POV-

Rickon and | followed Alaric deeper into the heart of this hidden world, the path growing narrower as the soft

glow from the crystalline walls dimmed. The sound of the waterfall faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet

hum of this strange sanctuary. Despite the peace surrounding us, | couldn’t shake the tension coiling in my

chest.

Rickon walked slightly behind me, his usual sharp remarks kept in check, though | could feel his unease. Alaric,

on the other hand, moved with a calm confidence, his steps unhurried, his presence unnervingly composed.

Finally, Rickon broke the silence, his voice low. “You're awfully quiet for someone who supposedly wants to show

us something.”

Alaric stopped abruptly, his back still to us. “Because you're not ready to hear it.”

| frowned. “Then why bring us here at all?”

Alaric turned, his dark eyes gleaming in the faint light. “Because there is a reason you're here, Grayson

Blackwood.” His gaze flicked briefly to Rickon before settling back on me.

Rickon shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t speak.

“You think we live in isolation out of ignorance,” Alaric continued, his tone even. “That we've removed ourselves

from the world because we fear it. But letassure you, we know everything.”

The weight of his words filled the space, pressing down on us like a heavy fog.

“What do you mean?” | asked, my voice quiet but firm.

“We know of every war that has cand passed. Every betrayal. Every alliance forged in blood and broken in

greed. We know of the battles fought in your name, Grayson. Of the lives lost, the territories claimed, the power

struggles that have defined the werewolf world for centuries.”

Rickon glanced at me, his expression unreadable.

“And you just... watch?” | asked, narrowing my eyes.

Alaric’s smile was faint, almost pitying. “We observe. We remember. But no matter what happens beyond these

walls, we will never involve ourselves in it. This is a sanctuary. A place untouched by the chaos of your world. To

interfere would be to taint what we've built here.”

His words struck a nerve. “So you hide,” | said, my tone sharper than | intended. “You let the rest of us fight and

die while you sit here in peace, thinking you're above it all.”

Alaric’s gaze didn’t waver. “Perhaps. But tell me, Grayson, has your way brought you peace? Has it made you

stronger, or has it only torn your world apart?”

I had no

answer for that.

Rickon cleared his throat, his voice tentative. “If you don’t involve yourselves, then why are we here? Why did

you save us?”

Alaric’s expression shifted slightly, a shadow passing over his features. “Your arrival was no accident. There was

a reason your plane crashed. A reason you were brought to this place.”

The air grew colder, the silence heavier.

“You're saying you caused it?” | asked, my voice low.

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Alaric shook his head. “Not-us. But something far greater than any of us-something that even we cannot fully

understand- has drawn you

here.”

Rickon’s unease was palpable, his shoulders tensing. “And what exactly is this ‘greater thing’ supposed to be?”

Alaric didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned and began walking again, his pace slower this time. “Come.

There is more you need to see.”

We followed him in silence, the weight of his words settling between us. The path opened into a larger chamber,

the ceiling high and the walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light.

Symbols and patterns | didn’t recognize spiraled across the stone, their meaning just out of reach.

“What is this place?” Rickon asked, his voice hushed.

Alaric stopped in the center of the chamber, his gaze fixed on the carvings. “This is the heart of our sanctuary. A

place where the past, present, and future converge. Everything that has been and everything that will be is

written here.”

| stepped closer, my eyes scanning the carvings. The symbols seemed to shift and change as | looked at them,

as though they were alive.

Alaric’s voice broke the silence. “The wars that have cand gone are nothing compared to what is coming.

The balance of the werewolf world is crumbling, Grayson. And whether you realize it or not, you are at the center

of it.”

| turned to him, my jaw tightening. “What are you saying?”

Alari¢ met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “There is a storm on the horizon, one that will test everything

you believe in. Your kingdom, your power, your loyalty-all of it will be called into question. And whether you

survive it or fall will depend on the choices you make.”

Rickon shifted beside me, his unease clear. “This is starting to sound more like a threat than a prophecy.”

Alaric smiled faintly. “It's neither. It's simply the truth. And the truth, as you'll soon learn, has a way of revealing

itself when you least expect it.”

The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down on me. Before | could respond, a soft rustling echoed

through the chamber, and suddenly, a woman emerged from the shadows. Her presence was as abrupt as it was

unsettling, her dark eyes fixed intently on Alaric. She moved with an eerie grace, her silence more unnerving

than any words she might have spoken.

Alaric gave her a subtle nod, a gesture of unspoken understanding. Without hesitation, she turned her gaze to

Rickoj and whispered something. Before | could react, Rickon let out a startled sound and crumpled to the

ground, his body going completely limp.

Still, my wolf didn’t go on alert, but | did. | stepped toward Rickon, my instincts flaring. “What the hell did you

just do to him?” My voice echoed in the cavern, sharp and accusing.

Alaric’s expression didn’t change. If anything, his calm only irritatedfurther. “For someone who isn’t your

friend, certainly seem to care a great deal about him,” he said, his tone maddeningly composed.

you

The woman, without a word, disappeared as abruptly as she had appeared, fading back into the shadows as

though she had never been there at all.

“Answer me,” | demanded, glaring at Alaric.

He raised a hand, a gesture meant to pacify. “Calm yourself, Grayson. Your friend is fine. He's merely... resting.

He's heard all he needs to hear, unless, of course, you wish for him to know about the curse. About its

consequences. And perhaps even your potential weaknesses.”

That stoppedcold. The word curse hitlike a blow, and all my focus snapped to Alaric. My fists clenched at

my sides, but | forced my voice to remain steady. “What do you know about the curse?”

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Alaric’s faint, knowing smile returned. “I know far more than you think, Grayson Blackwood. More than anyone

else has dared to tell you. But as | said before, we only observe. We don't interfere. That curse is yours to bear,

and only you can

break it.”

Frustration surged through me, my wolf stirring faintly at the edges of my mind, though still oddly quiet. “If you

know so much, then you must know how to break it. Tell me.”

Alaric tilted his head slightly, studyingwith an almost pitying gaze. “Breaking the curse isn’t as simple as you

might hope. Before you can end it, you need to understand how it truly began. Why it was placed upon you.,” He

paused for a second before delivering a blow that rootedto my spot, “And why, as long as you remain with

the woman who holds your heart, you will never be able to break it.”

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