The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Grayson’s POV-

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foot down on the gas, | turned on the engine just as Liam settled into the passenger seat. Without a word, |

slammed zooming off once the door shut. The silence stretched between us, and out of sheer boredom, |

counted in my head, curious how long Liam could keep quiet.

1 hit ninety-seven when he finally broke the silence.

“You know, | have no problem with you purposefully provoking her father by setting the wedding on the same

day his ultimatum ends, Liam started, his tone light but knowing. “But maybe you should've spoken to the bride

in question first before announcing it to the worldTM

| kept my eyes on the road, not bothering to respond right away. The city blurred past us, and as | took a sharp

turn, heading toward my company, | finally spoke. “Where's the fun in that?”

Liam snorted. “Okay, first, you don’t have a problem withand Elaine, and second, you just used the word

‘fun’ in a sentence. Something's definitely wrong with the universe.”

| smirked slightly, pulling up to the front of Blackwood. Without a word, | stepped out of the car, ignoring the

curious stares of the employees who quickly scrambled to clear the path. Liam followed behind me, still

grumbling under his breath.

It took more than people could imagine to hold the kind of power I did. The title of Alpha King had been in my

family for generations, but that didn’t mean it was handed toon a silver platter. | had built Blackwood from

the ground up, turning irinto a billion-dollar empire that put my foot in both the werewolf and human worlds.

That kind of dominance re constant vigilance. People didn’t cross me-unless they had a death wish..

“Going to your office?” Liam asked as we entered the building. | gave him a brief nod and continued walking, the

crowd parting like the Red Sea.

When | stepped into the elevator. | could already feel the weight of the day ahead, but | had no patience left for

the minor annoyances. The doors slid open, and | made my way toward my office.

My PA, a petite, mousy woman, shot up from her desk the moment she sawapproach, her eyes wide with a

flicker of fear. She stammered, “Mr. Blackwood, you... you have a guest in your office. | tried to stop her, but she

was persistent.”

| raised an eyebrow, my expression cold. “Persistent?” | repeated my voice dropping to a deadly calm that made

her face pale

“Yes,” she whispered

1 kept my gaze fixed on her. “What happens when | have five walk-ins a day and they are all PERSISTENT?”

She opened her mouth, but no words cout.

“You're fired,” | said coldly. “Clear out your things and disappear

She didn’t argue, didn’t even try to defend herself like she had been waiting for the inevitable. She simply

nodded, tears brimming in her eyes as she hurriedly began packing her belongings. As she scurried off, | added,

“Make sure someone clears out the rest of your things. Everything”

With that, | turned my attention back to my office door, a sharp sense of irritation already gnawing at me. | didn’t

have the patience for this nonsense.

wwolf

The moment | stepped inside, her scent hit me-sweet and overpowering, like a perfdesigned to distract. My

growled in the back of my mind, an echo of my own irritation.

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She raised her head, a sultry smile spreading across her lips as she sashayed toward me, swaying her hips in

that practiced way she knew once worked on me,

“It's so nice to see you, Grayson,” she purred. “It's been far too long.”

1 kept my expression bored, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. “What are you doing here?”

Her smile faltered for a split second before she plastered it back on. “Oh, that hurts my feelings. | haven't seen

you in over a year, and this is how you treat the woman you almost married?

| let out an irritated sigh as my wolf growled again. Monica was hunning, there was no denying that tall, lean,

with the kind of body that made men stop and stare. Her perfectly sculpted face, framed by long, dark hair,

could have been on any magazine cover.

But all that beauty couldn't mask what lay underneath-a manipulative, conniving woman who used her looks as

a weapon. Monica was the type of person who thrived on power and control, using her beauty to hide just how

vile she truly was.

She also happened to be Elaine’s best friend. A mistake | had almost made-almost married her. But that was a

tale | preferred not to think about, or I might be tempted to remove her limb by limb.

“I'm not in the mood, Monica. Wherever you crawled out from, return there.”

| turned toward the door, already regretting firing my PA. | should've had her call security to drag Monica out

before firing

her.

Monica just smiled, ignoring my words as if they were nothing. “I just heard the announcement,” she said, her

voice sweet and laced with poison. “I figured | should congratulate you in person.”

| clenched my jaw. “You've given your congratulations. You can leave now.”

She ignored me, stepping closer. “It’s funny, isn’t it? The way things turn out. One minute, you're planning a

wedding, and the next, certain circumstances happen and well... She trailed off her eyes glinting with

amusement.

| had to give it to her. There were tons of nerves underneath all the vileness. Few women had cand gone but

| never slept with any of them because | did not prioritize sex just like it happened with her. She used her body

as a weapon and still, | did not get interested but she was conniving enough to getto put a ring on her finger

and then she cheated onwhich | was sure had happened more than once but | only caught her a week before

the wedding. She had been the catalyst, the reason | had started looking for answers in the first place so started

digging, leadingto a witch who informedabout the nonsense of fated mates.

I'd made it clear to her then that she should never show her face nearagain. Apparently, that threat had

lasted for only a year because here she was, standing in from ofas if nothing had happened.

“I just got back into the country,” she continued, her voice dripping with faux innocence. “I've missed Elaine so

much | was thinking I'd pay her a visit soon.”

My patience snapped, “I have zero interest in your reunion plans, Monica.”

She pouted, her lips forming a perfect, practiced frown. “Oh, Grayson, don’t be like that. We had good times,

didn’t we? Surely you haven't forgotten everything. Her voice dropped, becoming a whisper. “I certainly haven't

and so much thas passed surely you've forgiven me.”

| stared at her, unamused. “Those ‘good times’ ended when you decided to sleep with someone else the week

before our wedding.”

Her smile didn’t falter, though I saw the flicker of irritation in her eyes.

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“Well, we all make mistakes, Her voice dropped to a low whisper, brushing off my comment like it was nothing.

“But I've grown since then, Grayson. That's what I've been loing for a year

My eyes narrowed. “The only thing I’ve learned is that | was lucky to escape before | made a mistake that

could've ruined my life.”

Monica's smile tightened. “You don’t mean that.

“I do,” | replied, my voice cold and final.

She took a step closer, her fingers trailing along the edge of my desk. “You know, | was thinking. maybe we could

pick up where we left off. You still have a little tbefore you get married and it would be nice to know what it

feels like to finally be with you and I'm sure you'll need some... stress relief.”

| felt my wolf snarl inside me, a dark, dangerous energy rising to the surface. Monica was playing with fire, and

she had no idea just how close she was to getting burned.

“I'm not interested,” | said, each word a warning.

She paused, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, trying to gauge how serious | was.

“I'm serious, Monica,” | added, my voice low and dangerous. “Leave.”

For the first tsince she walked in, her confidence wavered. 1 saw it-the brief flicker of doubt in her eyes. But

just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by that practiced arrogance. Before | could even react, she

closed the distance between us in a flash, smashing her lips against mine.

My body stiffened, cold rage boiling just beneath my skin at the st| heard it-the soft gasp.

| shoved Monica off immediately, her perflingering like a bad memory turning my head swiftly toward where

Ava stood wide-eyed, frozen in place.

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