The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 

-Grayson’s POV- 

Rickon and I 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, I couldn’t shake the tension coiling in my chest. 

Rickon walked slightly behind me, his usual sharp remarks kept in check, though I 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.” 

I 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 let me assure you, we know everything.” 

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

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

“We know of every war that has come and 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?” I 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,” I said, my tone sharper than I 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?” I asked, my voice low. 

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Chapter 132 

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 I 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.” 

I stepped closer, my eyes scanning the carvings. The symbols seemed to shift and change as I looked at them, as though they were alive. 

Alaric’s voice broke the silence. “The wars that have come and 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.” 

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

Alarić 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 I 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 I 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 I did. I 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 irritated me further. “For someone who isn’t your friend, certainly seem to care a great deal about him,” he said, his tone maddeningly composed.