Romans de Amanda Moonlight

Danielle's POVGeorge laughs loudly, nearly doubling over in his seat. It takes a while for him to realise that he's the only one laughing because aside from him, everyone else knows that Rhett isn't bluffing. I can see the dead set look in his eyes. He really did come for his pound of flesh and that pound of flesh is going to be cut from me.George finally suppresses his laughter and looks at Rhett with bewilderment. "Y-you're serious?" He stutters."Did it look like I was joking?" Rhett asks dryly, his attention still fixed on me as though he's waiting to see my reaction. He's probably waiting for a scream, a tantrum, or perhaps a string of insults and curses hurled at him. All of which he would rightfully deserve. Yet none of those responses comes out of me. I sit in my seat, staring back at him as my mind tries to catch up with what is happening in this moment. It all seems like a lucid dream. One that it doesn't look like I'll be waking up from anytime soon. I finally find my v

Danielle's POVI'm about to go insane. For two days, I've been thinking about that night in the woods at every gooddamn waking hour. My thoughts keep going back to the amazing and unbelievable kiss that I shared with that stranger. I have managed to half convince myself that I must have imagined how out-of-this-world that kiss was. There is absolutely no way it's as good as my head keeps replaying. I mean, the alcohol must have been playing tricks on my mind. But then I recall the tingling I felt deep in my stomach. I remember the way I had moaned and begged for me and I recall how I had welcomed every lash of his tongue on mine.Aside from the kiss, I haven't been able to stop thinking about who that stranger could be. I never got a name from him or a clear view of his face. I know that he isn't from my pack, so where could he have come from? I've had to stop myself from moving around the pack and asking around for a freakishly tall man who gives kisses that curl toes. Everyone wi

Rhett's POVI watch her staggering, retracting figure moving away from me, and curl my fingers into fists by my side to stop myself from going after her. Then it occurs to me that I never got her full name. Just Danielle. I curse out loud and slide my fingers through my hair that's flying up in all directions due to her running her fingers through it. How exactly am I going to find out who she is with just a first name? I decide to tackle my issues one at a time. Firstly, I'm going to head back to my pack, find out why I never felt that spark as soon as I first saw her that my father said he felt with my mother. Then I'm going to find out who the fuck she is and head back here to demand my offer in return for the help I gave them. And I already know what that offer is going to be. I turn around, heading back into the woods and towards my pack with a newfound set of questions and emotions that I didn't have when I left.***THE NEXT DAYSo I was able to find out some things about m

Rhett's POVIt's her. The one I keep seeing in my dreams. The same woman that the prophets called my one true mate and the only woman that might be the answer to my lack of an heir. Right now, my wolf, Zane is alert. He recognises the girl standing in front of us as the one who torments our days and nights, our dreams and our every thought.The only thing that I can't understand is why I'm not feeling a spark or some sort of connection towards her. If she were really my fated mate, shouldn't I be engulfed with her scent, shouldn't I be delirious and getting slammed with a wave of emotions? "Who are you?" She repeats, pulling my focus away from my thoughts and back onto her. Then her question registers in my head. How doesn't she know who I am? Not to brag but I'm the fucking Alpha King and everyone alive knows who I am. Also, I just saved her pack by offering a helping hand so how hasn't she clued in on who I am? She seems to be staggering on her feet and a whiff of alcohol from

Danielle's POVWhy is my husband basically groping Kira? George, my husband of three years is shirtless with a tumbler of dark wine in one hand and Kira on the other. He presses her to his front and lowers his head to whisper something in her ear. Kira throws her head back and giggles loudly, her palms flat on his naked chest. She is younger than I by at least half a decade, having just turned eighteen two days ago. She wears a short, backless dress, and George looks down at her like she's the center of his world. A look that has never been directed my way. Kira rises up to her tiptoes and whispers something back into George's ear, which causes him to gaze down at her with a stupid love-struck look on his face. I have never seen George this carefree or happy. At least not with me. Witnessing all this wouldn't have hurt as much as it currently does if we weren't surrounded by all our pack members. Most of whom are casting me glances with pity in their eyes. But we're all used to th