All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Danielle’s POV I don’t wait for permission. I walk away like my whole life depends on getting away from him.The hallway stretches ahead of me, long and my steps echoing, marble floors cold beneath my bare feet. My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure the servants lining the walls can hear it. Every step feels like I’m tearing myself away from something fragile, something I don’t even know how to protect anymore.“Danielle, stop.” Rhett’s voice follows me, loud and edged with anger he’s barely even containing. But I don’t, instead I lift my chin and keep moving.His footsteps are heavier than mine from behind and faster than even right now I know he’ll catch up to me. Part of me wants him to. Another part is terrified of what will happen when he does.“Danielle!” he snaps. Then his hand closes around my arm. Not rough but not gentle either.The suddenness of it jolts me, stopping me short. I gasp, spinning halfway toward him, my breath coming unevenly.

Rhett’s POVI pace. Back and forth. Back and forth.The floor beneath my boots feels too small for the storm clawing through my chest. Every step echoes the same thought she shut me out and every echo feels deserved.The door to Danielle’s chambers stays closed but I don’t try it again. If I do, I might break it down. Or worse say something I can’t take back.My hand drags through my hair as I turn away and step into my own room, shutting the door harder than necessary. The silence hits immediately, thick and heavy.Then I see him.Kaelen lies asleep in his cradle near the hearth, wrapped in soft furs, his tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. One small fist is curled near his cheek, his lashes dark against his skin.Innocent. Unaware. My chest this time tightens painfully.I crouch beside him, resting my forearms on my knees. For a long moment, I just watch him breathe.“I’m failing her,” I murmur under my breath, regretting the wh

Danielle’s POVThe first thing I hear that breaks me out of the thoughts in my head, is the cry of Kaelen from out the door.It cuts through me like a knife that I'm forced to respond quickly.So loud, so frantic, and enough to slip past the walls I’ve built and reach the part of me that never stopped being his mother.For a second, I don’t recognize myself. The room is dim, curtains drawn tight, the air stale with the weight of days I’ve spent refusing to move. My body feels heavy and bones aching, throat raw from thirst, head pounding like I cried myself hollow and forgot to stop.Then I hear it again. Kaelen. My eyes snap open fully this time as I grab the handle of the door without thinking.Swollen eyes. Hair tangled and face dull. Even worse, I still have on the same dress I wore the day I returned from the infirmary, creased, rumpled, stained with weakness.I look like I did back then. Back at George’s mansion, after nights of crying into

Rhett’s POVThe study this morning feels smaller as I walk right into it. Not because the walls have moved but because the air inside them is thick with things unsaid, truths circling too close to be ignored. I stand by the window, hands clasped behind my back, staring out at the courtyard where the other guards gather. Silence, they call it and for some reason, it has never felt this heavy. But then, a knock sounds at the door.“Enter,” I say without turning. The door opens quietly. Footsteps follow and Derek my new housekeeper walks in.“My Alpha,” he says, bowing his head and I finally turn.And right now, I like how he doesn’t look like an investigator. That was intentional. In servant attire, with his hair neatly tied back and posture deferential, he blends too easily into the background of my home. Too easily.“Close the door,” I say and just like that he does, and then silence settles between us.“Well?” I ask. “What have you found?”

Danielle’s POVI wake with the strangest feeling curling in my chest which apparently isn't fear or dread. But satisfaction, for some reason.It startles me enough that my eyes snap open, my breath catching as morning light spills across the room in pale ribbons. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the carved ceiling above me, listening to the quiet hum of the mansion waking up around us.The distant clatter of trays, the muffled steps of servants, the low murmur of guards changing shifts.And then, it comes back to me. Elara's face. The way her lips had swollen. The way her voice had trembled when she asked about seafood.The way Rhett had rushed to her side-only to stop short when my laughter spilled out, sharp and unrestrained, slicing through the room like a blade.I inhale slowly, running a hand through my hair and then I exhale. The memory should make me cringe right now, It should fill me with guilt or sha