The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Danielle’s POVTHE NEXT MORNINGI wake slowly from my sleep, not because something pulls me from it but surprisingly because nothing does this time.No loud cry from Kaelen slicing through my dreams. No hurried footsteps outside the door. No weight of expectation pressing against my ribs the moment my eyes flutter open.For a few heartbeats, I breathe in.The air smells different here, cleaner somehow, faintly of rain and city stone and something warm beneath it all. Sunlight spills across white sheets in long, quiet stretches, brushing my skin like a gentle hand.I blink as the realization settles softly, and with it comes the smile on my face.I push myself up on my elbows, the sheets slipping down my arms. The room is wide and open, walls of glass letting the city stretch endlessly beyond us. The world moves far below, cars gliding, people walking, life continuing without knowing or demanding anything from me.For the first time sinc

Rhett’s POV The door barely shuts behind us before I laugh. A full, startled burst of sound that echoes softly through the penthouse hallway. Danielle on her end turns in an instant, arching a brow at me, emerald gown still clinging to her like it was stitched there by fate itself. Her hair is loose now, curls falling over one shoulder, eyes glowing with leftover fire from the ball. “What?” she asks, suspicious already. I lean back against the door, folding my arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen an entire ballroom go quiet that fast.” Her lips twitch. “You’re exaggerating.” “Oh no,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m being generous. That woman looked like she’d just remembered she left the heat on at home.” Danielle groans, covering her face. “Rhett.” I push off the door and step closer. “You marked territory in a room full of wolves who’ve never seen you before. Calm. Controlled. Deadly polite

Rhett’s POV The search for the damn intruder apparently does not end when morning comes. It stretches for hours, bleeding into the day like a wound that refuses to close up. By morning, the pack house echoes with restrained unease, guards rotating shifts more frequently than necessary, servants moving quieter than usual, conversations dropping the moment I pass. No one says it out loud, but they all feel it. Someone walked into the Alpha’s study. Someone touched me. And ran off easily and right now is still m the run. I stand on the upper balcony overlooking the courtyard, watching wolves patrol the perimeter for the third time since dawn. Their movements being watched by me every second of the day. Hoping they find something about him. I don't blame decision of leaving things this way though. Plus I wouldn’t want to be the one caught if I were them. The scent pouch rests heavy in my pocket. I haven’t opened it again since last night, because I obviously don’t need to. T

Danielle’s POVDAYS LATERIt starts with fire in my head, annoyingly not the kind that warms one’s body, but the kind that devours.And right now I’m running.My feet are bare against cold stone, my breath tearing out of my chest as shadows stretch and warp around me. The pack house looms ahead, familiar yet wrong, its windows dark like watching eyes.“Kaelen—” I call, my voice breaking off at intervals. But I get no answers.The halls shift when I enter. Doors slam shut on their own. The air smells different, filled with smoke and something rotten underneath.“Elara!” the name rips from my throat before I can stop it.And Laughter answers me almost too mocking.I turn the corner and there she is, standing at the end of the corridor, dressed in white, her hair loose down her back, her smile calm.“You’re too late,” she says sweetly. My heart slams against my ribs. “Where is my son?”She tilts her head. “You really should sto

Rhett’s POV VISIT TO AN OLD ALLY The border markers of the Ashen Ridge Pack rise from the earth like warnings rather than welcomes. Stone pillars carved with old runes line the forest edge, humming faintly beneath my skin as my car slows to a stop. I step out before Devon can even reach for the door handle, boots crunching against gravel, my Alpha presence rolling outward without effort. The minute I step out, the members around me bow their heads. And some elders smile at me as they’ve long been expecting me. A year ago, this place had felt different, open, almost friendly. Their Alpha had clasped my forearm with a grin and said, If your Pack ever needs us, you know where to come. I remember the words clearly. That memory is the only thing keeping my temper in check as two guards emerge from between the trees, weapons lowered but ready. “Alpha Rhett,” one of them says, bowing slightly. “You’re expected.” That gives me pause. Expected how? I say nothing, simply nod