บททั้งหมดของ The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Danielle’s POVBreakfast with Rhett feels nothing like I imagined it would. Nothing what it has felt like for the past couple of months here.It isn’t stiff or formal or weighed down by the weight of last night, as I expected. Instead, it’s… quiet. Not uncomfortable either, just charged, like everything between us is suspended on a thin thread that could snap if either of us breathes wrong.The morning light from the sun pours into the dining room, spilling across the long table dressed in linen and silverware that beams like it’s rarely used. I sit across from him, hands folded in my lap, acutely aware of every inch of space between us and of the fact that I woke up wrapped in his arms only hours ago.He pours coffee himself, no servants hovering like usual. No Alpha commands like other days—just Rhett.That alone unsettles me.And for some reason in my eyes, he looks different in the morning, less guarded. His hair slightly disheveled, shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to hi

Rhett’s POV“Don’t just leave!” Zane yells in my head, but I force him back down, gritting my teeth. George’s voice on the other end still won’t leave my head.It echoes there repeatedly, smug, laced with the kind of cruelty that pretends to be civility. I replay every word, every pause, every look he dared to level at her across the council table.My jaw tightens until it aches as I walk down the hallway, my teeth clenched from frustration.I pace the length of my chambers when I get in, boots striking the marble floor with restrained force. The room feels too small for the fury coiled inside me, too polished, too calm for the violence clawing at my ribs. My hands flex at my sides, fingers curling as if they’re searching for a throat that isn’t here. I should have broken him.Alpha to Alpha, pack law be damned—I should have put him on his knees for daring to speak about her like she was something defective, something discardable.I inhale slowly, forcing the rage down into something

Danielle’s POV A YEAR LATER I wake to sunlight spilling across the room, warm, painting the stone walls in quiet promise. For a moment, I lie still, one hand resting instinctively over the gentle curve of my stomach, breathing through the slow rhythm of another morning that feels almost unreal in its peace. A year, a year since the hallway. A year since everything changed. There’s a steady weight behind me familiar, and warm. Rhett’s arm is draped around my waist, his palm spread protectively over my belly as though even in sleep, he knows exactly where he belongs. His breathing is deep, even, the sound anchoring me more than I ever thought another person could. I smile before I can stop myself, I was never supposed to have this. Wolfless and barren. The words once carved themselves into my bones, spoken so often they felt like truth. And yet here I am pregnant, loved, safe wrapped in the arms of the very man who refused to let the world define me by what I lacked. The one thin

Rhett’s POVThe pack house is silent in a way it rarely ever is, feeling different from usual. Not the tense silence that comes before violence, not even the brittle quiet that follows a challenge or a death. This in particular feels different. Morning light pours in like every other day, through the tall arched windows of the pack house, casting long gold streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the air and I stand alone near the center of the hall, hands clasped behind my back, staring out over the space that once held nothing but unrest.“A year, a full year without bloodshe,” I mutter to myself feeling glad about how better things have become. How life has been lately, without threats delivered in hushed tones, council summons dripping with suspicion. Without wolves posturing for dominance at borders like starved animals.I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and I remember when this place used to feel heavy. When the pack house during urgent

Rhett’s POVI notice it the second I lift him from the cradle, wrapping him gently and tightly in my arms.It’s subtle, so subtle most wouldn’t even catch it. Not even Danielle and Kaelen in my grip don’t cry either. He stays still in my arms, as his eyes open up slowly when I touch his cheeks. And for a moment I see it, dark red pupils, gone in seconds. And then a smile unusually creases on his face, not just the way newborns do. From just staring at my son in my grip, I can almost tell and conclude that there’s absolutely something wrong. Different—-maybe.My wolf stirs uneasily for the first time since he’s been born, claws scraping against my ribs. But Zane doesn’t growl almost like he’s trying to pass a message.Kaelen’s tiny fingers curl around my thumb, snapping me out of my moment with Zane in my head, warm—too warm—and something pulses outward. I school my face before Danielle turns from where she’s speaking softly with Aaliyah. She’s smiling, tired but glowing, still caugh