All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 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

Danielle's POV The ride at night is cold, colder than I expected it to be, and piercing into my skin the way a guilty conscience would. Not even a word was said, as I sit in the car with the guards firmly seated beside me like I'm some sort of a criminal that is being taken to prison. My mind is filled up with worries as I try to convince myself that I have not made any mistake with my decision, and the shaking of the car at every rocky bump gives me a feeling that I might be wrong. Despite my worries, I keep telling myself that I have made the right decision, that choosing to leave my family and go with him is the only way to save my pack, but, the truth refused leaving me, and stares me straight in the face. I never really had a choice in this, I was coerced and forced. Sighing in anxious anticipation of the unknown, my gaze goes back to the trees that swerve by at every move the carriage makes. It feels like the trees understand what had happened, and were sympathetica

Danielle’s POV “I didn't mean for this to happen,” the servant in front of me goes pale immediately, dropping to her knees without hesitation. And in that moment I can already tell who it is behind me. Rhett. A man whose shadow speaks submission and authority that no one dares look him in the eye. But then I turn to look at him without a flinch. In seconds, his eyes narrow when they land on me. For a split second, I see the corner of his mouth twitch, like he’s fighting a smirk. “Interesting way to make an entrance, Danielle,” he says quietly. I straighten up, meeting his gaze. “I wasn't making any entrance; it was an accident, and I caused it,” I bit out, lifting my chin despite the heat rushing to my face from staring directly into his eyes. He takes a single step closer, lowering his voice. “Accident?” Rhett questions. But in an instant, the servant cuts through the tension in the air with a yell and her head bowed. “Alpha, it was my mistake—” “Enough!” he growls, cut

Danielle’s POV Days in my new home pass in a blur of silence and strained politeness as the mansion feels colder now. Not because of the season, but because of the looks that follow me wherever I go in the mansion. Servants bow when I walk by, but the respect feels hollow and practiced. The pack members I pass in the courtyard avert their eyes, yet their whispers trail behind me like the wind itself. From time to time, Rhett and I share the same house, the same meals, the same air… yet we may as well live in different worlds. He’s courteous always, but distant. No arguments, no warmth. Just that quiet civility that stings more than anger ever could. Which isn’t anything new, compared to where I’d spent the last three years. Sometimes I think it’s easier when he’s not there. Other times, his absence feels heavier than his presence. And I wonder why. It happens on the fourth afternoon. I wander through the east wing of the mansion, pretending to admire the ancient portraits h