All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Danielle’s POV The note in front of me sits on the tray beside the untouched porridge, the neat black ink still catching my eyes as I remain still staring into the sheets. Eat something. You need your strength. —Rhett Strength. The word for some reason feels like mockery in my head and all I can do is just sit there at the edge of the bed, staring at the written note that somehow feels louder than his voice. He’s everywhere, even when he’s not. In the guards posted at my door. In the silence that hums through this part of the mansion. In the way Aaliyah, the maid he assigned to me, knocks softly before entering, as if the air itself answers to him. “You haven’t eaten,” she says, stepping in with her gentle, springlike voice. “I wasn’t hungry,” I murmur. Her brows knit. “You’ll need it for your session today Luna.” I glance up. “Session?” “With Elder Mira,” she says. “The Alpha ordered that your Luna training begins immediately.” “Training?” I repeat, almost laughing. “Is th

Danielle’s POV “A pack gathering where I’m meant to speak?” I growl to myself as I perk up to my feet, pacing the length of my bedroom. His words from earlier still echo in my head. His tone, his command, the cold finality in his eyes when she stared at me. I never should have listened to the voices in my head asking that I obey his command to attend dinner with him. For a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, he was trying to be different. But no, Rhett never asks. He orders. He commands. He expects me to fall in line, as if I’m one of his pack warriors or worse, his property. I tug at the sleeves of my night robe, frustration prickling beneath my skin as I continue pacing. “Speak at a gathering? In front of his pack? What am I supposed to say? Hello everyone, I’m your broken Luna who can barely keep eye contact with her Alpha.” The thought of that alone makes my chest tighten as I pause in my tracks. I’ve faced enough humiliation for a lifetime back in my old pack. St

Danielle’s POVLaughter still trails me down the corridor like perfume gone sour from what just happened. But then my mind alerts me that he’d dragged me away from the crowd some seconds ago.But all of that doesn’t change the humiliation, and so I snap my hands away from his grip and run down the hallway.“Danielle wait!” he calls out, but I ignore.The sound sticks to my skin as stubbornly as the wine soaking my gown. It’s cold now, sweet and probably tasteless, and I can’t tell if the sting in my chest comes from it or from the memory of all those eyes on me.I keep walking, without a single glance at the servants lurking in the hallway, heels tapping against marble. Ignoring Alpha Rhett behind me. Servants flatten themselves against the walls when we pass, bowing low, but their gazes follow. Curiosity. Pity. Maybe even delight. I keep my head high.The east-wing hallways are quieter now. My room waits at the far end, door half-open the way Aaliyah always leaves it. I slip inside

Danielle’s POVStreams of light from the blinds in my bedroom find me before consciousness does.It threads through the curtains and settles right on my face like it owns the place. I groan, roll over, and bury half my head under the pillow. My body for some reason feels like a rock as a result of too much adrenaline from last night, too little sleep and even now my thoughts ache taunting me with reminders I don’t want.A sudden rush of footsteps breaks the quiet as I pull myself up from the bed.“Good morning, Luna!”Before I can protest, the blinds snap open fully and sunlight floods the room. I hiss as I dive under the blanket once again, trying to shield my face from the sun streaming in.“Aaliyah,” I mumble, voice muffled. “I swear if you open one more,”She laughs, bright and unapologetic. “It’s past ten. You can’t hide under your sheets forever Luna.”“Watch me.”The mattress dips as she sits on the edge, yanking the blanket off my head. “You were incredible last night b

Danielle’s POVThe door closes behind us with a sound that feels too final. And for a moment I just stand there, arms folded, pretending the room doesn’t swallow me whole. But apparently, it does. His chamber feels massive, with dark walls, tall windows, and a fire that throws restless shadows across the floor. And for some reason, it smells like him: cedar. The kind of scent that makes the air itself heavier. I watch him walk past me, silent, every step measured. The quiet in the massive bedroom stretches until it’s unbearable.“I’m not sleeping here,” I say at last, breaking the silence in the room.“You are,” Rhett answers without turning.“This is absurd.”“Maybe.” He picks up a glass from the table, studies the empty bottom, and sets it down again. “But you’re still staying.”I cross my arms tighter in seconds. “What exactly do you plan to do? Stand guard all night?”“Something like that.”“This is ridiculous, Rhett. You’re the Alpha, not my jailer.”He finally looks at m