The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 

-Grayson’s POV- 

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating, as Maria’s words settled over me like a death sentence. 

“Cursed.” 

The word echoed in my mind, sharp and jagged, scraping against my sanity with every repeat. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. 

“What do you mean, cursed?” I growled, my voice lower than I intended, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. 

Maria’s sigh crackled through the phone, weighed down by hesitation. “It’s not a simple curse, Grayson. It’s old–ancient. Something that binds your bloodline. It’s why your connection to your wolf has been… unstable.” 

My wolf’s instincts flared, primal and raw, a caged predator sensing unseen danger. 

“Why now?” I demanded, my voice clipped, sharp. A chill crept down my spine. “Why is it affecting me now?” 

“Because,” Maria said quietly, “it’s tied to you finding your mate. This is bigger than you think. I need you to come here. I can explain it all–face to face. How soon can you get here?” 

I ran a hand through my hair, my frustration barely contained. “Twenty minutes.” 

flickered Without another word, I hung up, pushing myself off the chair. As I strode toward the front of the estate, my gaze toward the house. For a moment, I considered going back inside to Ava. To tell her where I was going, what was happening 

We were making progress. Slowly, painfully, but progress all the same. I didn’t like fighting with her, and part of me hated walking away like this. But I wasn’t wrong. I had only been honest about what I wanted and what I didn’t–what I couldn’t give her. That truth hadn’t changed, and it never would. 

With that thought clanging in my head, I slid into my car and sped off. 

The highway blurred around me, my mind spinning faster than the engine roaring beneath me. Cursed. The Blackwood bloodline couldn’t be cursed. I would’ve known. My father–cruel as he was–wouldn’t have kept this from me. 

Would he? 

It didn’t matter. If a curse was to blame for my fractured connection to my wolf, then it could be broken. 

A grim smile tugged at my lips. Breaking things was something I was good at. 

That thought festered and grew as I pushed the car faster. The winding road narrowed, and Maria’s house appeared at the end of it. The door swung open before I even stepped out of the car, and Maria stood waiting, a shadow of her usual theatrics absent. 

The moment our eyes met, a sinking feeling settled deep in my gut. Whatever this curse was–whatever I had come to hear -it wasn’t something to smile about. 

“You’re not going to like it,” she said softly. 

I stepped into the house, my voice steady, masking the unease gnawing at me. “When have I ever liked anything?” 

The faint scent of herbs hung in the air, stronger than usual. I glanced around her cluttered living room, the mess grating on my nerves more than normal. I sank onto the couch, resisting the urge to pace. “Well?” 

Maria perched on the edge of her chair, watching me carefully. You’re calm for someone who just found out his entire 

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bloodline is cursed. Not to mention the toll it’s taking on your wolf.” 

“If it’s a curse, it can be broken. I’ll deal with whoever dared to curse me and my family,” I bit out. 

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Her lips curved into something halfway between a smile and a grimace. “Really? You’re going to take that up with the Moon Goddess?” 

My head snapped toward her. “What?” 

Maria sighed, folding her hands in her lap. “I was discreet when I started asking questions, so don’t worry about your secret getting out. What I found is… troubling.” She paused, as if weighing how much to say. “A very long time ago, your ancestor openly mocked the existence of the Moon Goddess. He scoffed at the idea that a ‘superficial female‘ was the source of their power. The Moon Goddess didn’t let that blasphemy slide. She cursed him. She decreed that since he saw females as inferior, his entire bloodline would depend on a single female.” 

My chest tightened as the pieces began to fall into place, sharp and unwelcome. 

Maria’s voice was softer now. “From that moment on, he and his descendants would be unable to mate with anyone but their fated mate. A mate chosen solely by the Moon Goddess and if they didn’t find her and make themselves worthy of the bond, then they would suffer dire consequences.” 

The words struck something deep within me. My wolf growled in my head, restless, almost agitated. 

“She can’t be,” I muttered under my breath. “She’s fated to Dylan Not me.” 

Maria studied me, unflinching. “You’re repulsing the idea, I can feel it. But you’re not saying the right things, Grayson” 

“Ava is not my fated mate,” I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended. 

“Maybe she isn’t. Maybe she is,” she said carefully, “but the curse is real. And it affects every generation differently.” 

Her words twisted into something I didn’t want to admit, something I didn’t want to see. 

“Your father,” Maria continued, “had his madness. And the only person who could ever calm him was your mother.” 

I stilled, surprise slamming into me like a fist. 

“And you,” she added, “with your… bedroom problems.” 

I shot her a glare. “I don’t have any problems.” 

“You reacted to Ava, didn’t you?” she replied sharply, then sighed “Look, I know you don’t want to hear it-” 

“Then don’t say 

it.” 

Maria’s gaze bore into me. “What’s so wrong with her being your fated mate, Grayson? She’s beautiful, powerful, loyal, and kind. What’s wrong with her?” 

The question hit me harder than I expected. What was wrong with her? Ava was perfect. It would explain everything–the attachment that sprang out of nowhere. The way I’d burn the world to let her live. The way my wolf pushed me to mark her. 

But something still prickled deep inside me. Something dark. Something I couldn’t understand.