The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Danielle’s POVSeraphine’s hand tightens around mine as we weave through the crowd, Kaelen safe in the stroller pushed ahead by Aaliyah. Music pounds in the hall, a relentless beat, and the laughter and chatter around us feel like nails on a chalkboard to my nerves. Every instinct I have tells me this is not right.“Keep your eyes open,” Seraphine murmurs, her voice low and sharp. “She’ll be here somewhere.”I nod, scanning the throng of bodies, eyes darting from dancer to dancer. Then I see her. Elara. Dark hair whipping around her face as she moves with a careless grace, spinning and laughing, completely absorbed in the chaos. My chest tightens.“Got her,” I whisper. Seraphine doesn’t hesitate. She strides forward, and I follow, feeling the tension in the crowd shift as she pulls Elara to the side, away from the music and the throng. The abrupt movement draws a few surprised glances, but Seraphine doesn’t care.“Elara,” Seraphine hisses, voice sharp, eyes blazing. “What nonsense is

Rhett's POVThey herded us together like cattle, Devon and the surviving guards with me, the others sprawled on the ground, bloodied and weary. The ropes bit into my wrists, cutting off circulation, but I ignored it, scanning the area, counting their numbers, noting exits, everything my instincts screamed I should do.The man in charge, taller than most, stepped forward, expression unreadable behind a thin, cruel smile. He gestured to the remaining people, and the rest of our captors quickly rounded them up, tying them where we could see each other. The air was thick with fear and sweat, the stench of blood and damp earth mixing in a heavy haze.I raised my head, meeting the man’s eyes. “You should know something,” I said, voice steady despite the tension biting at my ribs. “I’m a very powerful alpha. Whatever your boss is offering to pay you, I can pay double. Triple, if I have to.” My mind raced, searching for leverage, any way to buy a few more moments, a chance to escape.His eyes

Rhett’s POVTruth for some reason always has a way of bleeding slowly into one's veins. It never rushes. Never announces itself cleanly.It seeps. I learned that within the hours of today.The healers of my pack stand before me hours later in a tight line, eyes downcast, hands clasped like they’re praying I won’t tear the room apart. The air smells of crushed herbs and ash—antidotes still burning in bowls around the ward.While Danielle sleeps behind me. Alive and breathing. That is the only reason anyone in this room is still standing.“The poison,” I say, my voice level but coiled as I stare at them. “You said it was slipped into her food.”The lead herbalist nods. “Yes, Alpha.”“And?” I prompt as I watch her hesitate for a couple of minutes. I feel Zane stir inside me, impatience clawing at my spine.“And we’ve identified it,” she continues. “Moonshade derivative. Rare. Difficult to obtain.”My fists clench. “Only a handful of people in this pack could access it.”“Yes,” she agrees

Danielle’s POV As expected a couple of seconds later, the door slams shut behind Elara. The sound echoes louder than it should, rattling something deep in my chest. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the place where she stood—where her lies had curled around the room like smoke. And Rhett? He doesn’t move. He just stands near the door, shoulders rigid, jaw locked so tightly I can almost hear his teeth grind. His presence fills the ward, heavy and suffocating, like a storm refusing to break. “She poisoned me,” I say again, quieter this time. He exhales sharply through his nose and finally turns to face me this time. “You’re weak right now,” he says cutting me off. “You’ve been through something traumatic.” The words hit harder than I expected. Weak and traumatic all in one sentence. And annoyingly, he’s not wrong. Not lying. But I didn't believe either. “I know what I felt,” I insist, pushing myself up on the pillows despite the ache screaming through my body. “The tas

Rhett’s POVDevon is talking right now. I know this because his mouth is moving. What I don’t know, what unsettles me is that I haven’t heard a single word he’s said in the last minute.“…Alpha?” The word snaps me back and I look directly into his eyes.I blink, my gaze shifting from the far wall of the council room to where my beta sits across the long oak table, brows drawn together.“Yes,” I say quickly. Too quickly. “Go on.”Devon doesn’t.He leans back in his chair instead, arms crossing over his chest, dark green eyes studying me with a familiarity that only comes from years of fighting beside someone.“You didn’t hear me,” he says flatly, staring back at me.“I did,” I reply.“Then repeat it.”Silence stretches between us. The lights along the stone walls crackle softly, their brightness bending in the draft. The scent of old wood and ink hangs heavy in the room, familiar as always. Normally, this place sharpens me. But t