Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Danielle’s POVThe sound of steel hitting steel echoes through the underground cavern long before I even see him.It carries through the tunnel corridors, sharp, violent, and rhythmic as it had been these past few days.A series of training! Preparation for the wars ahead. The same ones breathing down our necks.I stand at the mouth of the training chamber, fingers curled tightly around the rough stone edge of the wall, watching him.Rhett moves like controlled fury.With his discarded skin slick with sweat. Muscles coiled and released, he strikes again and again against William, a surviving warrior, who barely manages to block him.“Again,” Rhett growls.William winces. “You need to pace yourself.”“I need them ready.”He lunges forward, faster this time, and William stumbles back; several warriors pause to watch.The air feels thick with tension right now, not just from exertion, but from knowing this isn’t routine.“Alpha,

George’s POVThe chamber right now still smells like victory. It lingers in the stone, metallic, threaded with something ancient. My warriors felt it when she arrived. Elara I mean. They tried not to show it, but wolves are creatures of instinct. And instinct bows to power before pride can stop it.Elara stands near the fire pit at the center of my war chamber now, her dark cloak unfastened, revealing the silver-threaded markings etched into the fabric underneath my skin. She does not bow; I would have been disappointed if she had.“You made quite the entrance,” I say, circling her slowly. “Half my warriors nearly dropped to their knees.”Her lips curve slightly. “They didn’t. That’s why you’re worth my time.”Flattery from her right now, not kindness. It’s an assessment.The torches flicker as if responding to her presence—the smell of revenge clings to her like mist. Even my wolf shifts uneasily beneath my skin.“You said you had confirmation,” I say, finally stopping in front of

Danielle’s POVThe tunnels don’t feel like home tonight after what had just happened. Instead they feel like a throat closing in.The air right now feel thicker than usual, damp with some sort of unease. Every flicker of torchlight from the guards around seems sharper, every shadow longer than usual. That even Wolves move quickly, whispering in corners, eyes darting upward as if they can see through layers of rock and soil to the danger pacing above us.I press my palm against the stone wall and close my eyes for a moment as I walk towards our chambers. I don’t go to the upper tunnels where Devon was. I mean Rhett has that handled. I change direction and head deeper instead toward the archive chamber.Most wolves forget it exists. It’s tucked beneath the oldest layer of tunnels, carved when this pack was still small and desperate and constantly hunted.The records down there are ancient, alongside other forgotten alliances. Broken pacts.

Rhett’s POV I freeze. For the next couple of minutes, a lot runs through my mind. And I just stand there staring at it. The wristband remains still in my hand when a sudden tremor hits. One that feels almost too violent to want to be ignored. The grounds beneath my boots shudder, with dust raining from the ceiling in a gray veil. And it's quite obvious that the sound coming from above us isn't just heavy footsteps from whoever they are. Danielle’s eyes snap to mine. “What's happening?” And just then another impact occurs from above us. This time a bit closer than earlier. A crack splits across the southern archway like lightning through rock and that catches my attention. And my wolf surges forward, furious and alert. “They found the ridge,” I yell. My fingers tighten around Devon’s wristband before I shove it into my pocket. “Seal the nursery corridor,” I order, already moving. “No one in or out without my word.” Williams appears at my side, his broad shoulders brushing

George's POV I don’t like plans that depend on hope and women in charge. I prefer pressure because it's something I'm used to. “Elara,” I say, leaning over the war table in front of me, “we’re wasting time circling their borders. Rhett has doubled patrols. He’s tightened rotations. And I'm sure he’s obviously sleeping closer to the central den now.” She doesn’t look up from the parchment, so it feels almost as if she’s annotating. “You sound irritated.” “I am irritated.” “That’s when you make mistakes.” I straighten slowly, staring at her this time. “I don’t make mistakes.” She finally lifts her eyes to me. “No,” she says calmly. “You justify them.” Silence stretches between us. Elara has never feared my temper. She respects it just enough to provoke it and that pisses me off. But she's only here for one thing to help get revenge. I tap the rough sketch of Rhett’s territory on the table. “We’ve tested the western ridge. Reinforcements are stronger than expected. The sout