All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Rhett’s POV The first thought sitting in my chest right now is that for some reason the peace I now feel, feels wrong when morning settles over the tunnels. The underground den hums with life again, alongside the distant clang of training weapons, pups laughing somewhere near the communal kitchens, wolves moving through stone corridors carrying supplies like the world hasn’t nearly ended twice in the last month. And right now it’s quite obvious that the pack is trying desperately to be normal. And I stand at the overlook carved into the central cavern, arms folded behind my back, watching them pretend. But my wolf paces aggressively beneath my skin, becoming so restless and uneasy from watching it all unfold in front of me. “You’ve been standing there for almost an hour.” Danielle’s voice comes softly from behind me. But I don’t turn around immediately. I already know how she looks right now, hair loosely tied, Kaelen balanced against her hip, exhaustion hidden beneath stubborn

Rhett’s POVThe door hits the ground with a violent crack as the dust in the air rises.Wood splinters scatter across the bathroom floor as I step through the broken frame and everything inside me goes completely still.Danielle stands against the far wall, but something is wrong. Wrong isn't the word to use. Changing.Her back arches slightly, fingers digging into the stone tiles like she’s trying to anchor herself to the earth. Her breathing comes in louder, chest rising too fast, too hard.And her eyes—now plain gold. This time, it looks real and isn't a figment of my imagination.My wolf surges forward so violently that it nearly forces a partial shift.‘Mate.’ The word slams through my skull as my wolf feels so fierce it steals my breath. And for a second, I can’t move.Because beneath Danielle’s skin—there’s some sort of movement.Fur pushes faintly along her arms, disappearing just as quickly as it forms. Her shoulders tremble as if something massive struggles beneath flesh to

Rhett’s POVSleep does not come easily anymore. Even when exhaustion drags at my bones, my instincts refuse rest.I stand at the edge of the training grounds carved into the deepest chamber of the tunnels, arms folded behind my back as dozens of wolves move below me. The underground arena echoes with snarls, boots striking stone, and the sharp crack of bodies colliding.Combat drills started before dawn, earlier than usual but on purpose. If there is weakness inside my pack, pressure will reveal it.And today… I am watching one wolf in particular.“Again!” I bark.The command ricochets through the chamber instantly and warriors reset positions.Sweat drips down stone walls. Lantern flames flicker from displaced air as two wolves shift mid-spar, bones cracking, fur bursting through skin in violent, familiar transformation.And the scent of wolf fills the arena alongside the tension that comes with not knowing what awaits us.Since Kaelen’s disappearance scare… since Danielle’s awakenin

Danielle's POVSomething unusual is wrong with me. I know it the moment I wake up afterwards. I know it the moment I had said those words to Rhett and he had shoved it off.“That's not possible, you're wolfless. You're just tired,” Rhett had said the day before. The tunnel bedroom now is quiet, dim lantern light brushing across stone walls, but every sound feels magnified. Water dripping somewhere far down the passage echoes like thunder in my ears. Fabric shifts when I move my arm, the sound sharp enough to make me flinch.I sit up slowly and Kaelen stirs in his cot across the room, letting out a soft sleepy noise. Before he even cries, I’m already standing.And I don’t even remember deciding to move. One second I’m in bed. The next, I’m beside him.“How did I—?”I stare at my hands wrapped around the edge of his crib.Kaelen blinks up at me, tiny fingers reaching. The moment I pick him up, warmth floods through my chest so violently it almost hurts.Kaelen giggles, completely unawa

Danielle’s POVThe emergency horn screams through the tunnels snapping me out of my aid to the pack member in front of me. Whose hands were in mine, being slowly covered by gauze. Then comes the horns again. Once and then twice and then the third time, longer, louder, and almost too desperate. That I can tell that something is wrong.I am already moving before thought catches up with instinct and my body reacts first. My heart even knows before my mind does.That right now I can tell once again that something is wrong. Terribly wrong.I shove past the curtain of the pack quarters, feet slamming against cold stone as warriors rush in every direction. The entire tunnel system feels alive with panic — commands shouted, weapons drawn, wolves snarling as partial shifts ripple through the corridors.No one blows the emergency horn unless—My stomach drops, knowing the sound came from the inner den. Even from the nursery sector.“No…”The word escapes me breathlessly as I begin to run, hur