LOGINDanielle's POV
I'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 will think that I've gone mad and I don't think my cheating husband will find the situation funny at all. So I have just been stewing alone in my room.
A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts and I stand up from my bed to answer the door. I pull it open to find a maid on the other side.
"The Alpha has requested that you join the meeting with the Alpha King," she informs and even she can't keep the surprise out of her voice.
George has never wanted me by his side at any Pack meeting that has been held in the three years that I have been Luna for this pack. So why would he want me now? What could be going on?
"Let him know that I'll be there soon," I tell her, thank her for passing the message to me, and quickly hurl ass into my room to find something presentable to wear. The meeting that is being held right now has to be the one where the Alpha King is going to give us his proposition for helping us. I don't want George to say I embarrassed him.
I spent up to five minutes picking out an outfit and by the time I'm standing in front of the huge door leading into the meeting room, I almost have sweat dripping down my temple.
I calm down my breathing and knock softly on the door. I wait to hear a confirmation from George to come in before doing so.
Not looking at the other occupant of the room, I immediately head over to George's side and take a seat at the empty chair by his side. George barely spares a glance at me when I sit my ass on that chair. I try not to let it get to me.
Finally, I look towards the second occupant of the room. The Alpha King is someone that I have never met in person, but I have heard a lot of hushed whispers and murmurs about him, and all I can see is that those whispers and murmurs weren't lies.
The man sitting opposite George and me eludes danger and power. He's sitting straight in his chair that he dwarfs with his eyes fixed directly on me, but they're expressionless, having no emotions behind them. Goosebumps break out across my skin, not just because of the dead stare that he has on me, but because the Alpha King also happens to be a very handsome man.
I feel myself flush at that thought, and the Alpha King's eyes narrow like he can hear my thoughts.
The more we keep holding each other's eyes, the more I can't shake off the feeling that I've met him before. I furrow my brows, trying and failing to remember how or why I feel like I know him.
George clears his throat, bringing my attention back to the matter at hand.
"I have brought my Luna just like you requested," he says to the Alpha King, an air of submission that I've never heard in his voice. "Shall we proceed with the meeting now?"
His words make me pause. The Alpha King requested that I be here? Why?
The Alpha King pulls his gaze away from me towards George.
"Won't you introduce her to me?" He asks George, and George looks like it's the very last thing that he wants to do.
Eventually, he smiles at the Alpha King. "Alpha King, please meet Danielle. Danielle, this is the Alpha King."
I immediately noticed that he didn't introduce me as his Luna and even though it stings a bit, I shrug it off.
"I'm Rhett," the Alpha King reintroduces himself. His voice is deep and oddly seems familiar though I can't put my fingers on where I've heard it before.
"It's nice to meet you," I tell him with a soft smile on my face.
George clears his throat again. "So, what is your request going to be?" He asks Rhett, tension rolling off him in waves.
His question makes my spine stiffen. Just as I suspected, Rhett is here to take his pound of flesh. But if that's why he's here, then why did he request that I be present in the meeting?
Rhett smirked, looking every bit like the grim reaper about to take a thousand souls, and I fear that might be what he will ask for.
His gaze snaps to mine and I flinch at the predatory look in his eyes.
"I want her," he says, looking right at me, his words unable to be misunderstood.
My heart drops and my breath seizes.
Rhett’s POVThe arguing had started before I even decided to settle down.“We cannot bleed our reserves for a war we can’t name,” one of my elders snaps, his palm striking the table hard enough to rattle the ink pots.“And we cannot sit on our hands waiting to be slaughtered,” Captain Rowan shot back from his end at the table. “Three border patrols in one week, Bram. Three.”I take my seat at the head of the table and the room goes quiet. Not immediately I sit, but reluctantly. Chairs scrape as I walk in. Eyes shift to me the way they always do during meetings like this, as if I carried answers all the time instead of responsibility.“Our supply lines are stretched thin already,” Bram continues, lowering his voice but not the conviction of his statement. “Rationing will cause unrest.”“Unrest is better than graves Alpha,” Rowan said.I lift a hand and then silence falls heavy between us, pressing against my ears until I’m keenly aware of my own breat
Danielle’s POV The weight of the wars over the pack for months is the reason Rhett no longer stays in our bedroom. I open up my eyes each passing day to an empty bed and that unsettles me daily. I blink, staring up at his sides and wondering when all of what’s happening will end—wondering when I’d ever get to wake up next to my mate and Alpha. With a lot swirling through my mind, I manage to stand up to my feet. I don’t hear the crack afar off at first. What I hear is Kaelen’s little morning giggles. The sound of delight he makes when he thinks he’s done something clever as a child. I’m seated on the rug now with my back against the sofa, sorting through a basket of his toys, wooden blocks, soft fabric animals, and a little carved wolf Rhett brought back from a border meeting months ago. Kaelen crawls towards me and for some reason a particular thought
WEEKS LATERRhett’s POVThe armor on me right now feels heavier than I remember. Not because it weighs more but because it’s been too long since I’ve worn it.The leather straps bite into my shoulders as I tighten them staring at my reflection, the familiar creak echoing softly in the armory. Steel plates settle over my chest, cool and solid, pressing against my ribs like a reminder of who I am supposed to be when the pack is watching.An Alpha, a warrior. A man to guard his people.Devon stands near the doorway with his arms crossed, watching me with a look I’ve seen too often lately, concern masked as irritation.“You don’t need to do this,” he says for the third time, frowning at me.But I don’t look at him, I reach for my gauntlets instead, sliding my hands into them, flexing my fingers until the joints move smoothly. “I do.”“You haven’t trained on the field in months,” Devon presses. “You’ve been overseeing, commanding, planning. That
MEANWHILE BACK AT MOONSHINE CLAN PACKGeorge’s POV“What’s the update on the borders?” I ask, pacing my bedroom, leaving both hands tucked into my pants. My mind, spinning from exhaustion and rage.“Nothing yet, but we’re working on it,” Maxwell, my most trusted warrior, says with a bow. Leaving me with the heavy thoughts in my head.The last time I stood inside Rhett’s pack, everyone pretended like there were no grudges made from the past. That was the first insult and the second was Danielle.She stood beside him, his arm resting with casual possession at her back, his fingers placed on her spine. Too comfortable for my wolf to handle, almost as though she had always belonged there and as though I had never existed.I remember the moment too clearly. The way she lifted her gaze when she heard my voice. She looked surprised at first but then something I couldn’t name fast enough before it vanished behind control flashed in her eyes.
Danielle’s POVThe mornings are the only time the pack feels soft to me. Times before the drills begin, before voices echo around the house and boots strike the marble floor of the mansion. Before the weight of being watched settles on my shoulders like a second skin.I stand by the window with a cup of tea growing cold in my hands, watching the fog thin over the courtyard below. The same space they have been training in the day before that. Warriors outside move in quiet clusters, stretching through the fields, laughing unaware that Rhett will push them hard again today. He always does lately and I understand why.I mean, peace never lasts long enough to trust it. Behind me, the room smells faintly of milk. And Kaelen’s toys lie scattered across the rug where I left them the night before, wooden blocks, a soft wolf plush, a half-chewed ring he insists on carrying everywhere.I turn in seconds, watching Kaelen lie on his stomach in the middle of the si
Rhett’s POVThe rest of the days of the month turn out to be days of non-stop training and now I’m more than exhausted from all the talking and yelling on the field.No more peaceful nights and no peaceful mornings either. Right now we’re only left with that thin, dangerous hour when instincts sharpen and wolves forget themselves.Frost clings to the earth like a warning, every breath I take fogs in front of me. The scent of sweat, metal, and damp soil hangs thick in the air, but I don’t find that to be anything to worry about.“Again,” I bark standing at the edge of the field watching them train.Groans ripple through the clearing, low and obviously frustrated, but no one argues. I mean no one dares. Steel flashes as blades lift once more. The warriors right now are already exhausted, with their arms trembling, shoulders stiff, lungs burning but I don’t call it quits.I won’t. Not today.They form pairs again, boots crunching against gravel and froz







