All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Danielle’s POV The first thing I notice when my eyes flutter open in bed is the dim light above me, the second is the silence that lingers. The faint morning light from the sun that filters through the curtains, touching the edge of Rhett’s massive bed, is empty beside me. The sheets are untouched on his side. The couch right next to the bed, in the corner is empty too. And just then I realize he didn’t come back last night. For a long time, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the hollow ache sitting in my chest. I wonder why on earth I feel so affected by his absence. The events from last night replay in my mind as I stay still in bed. The letter, his anger, the quiet dinner where every clink of cutlery felt like a wall being built higher between us. I drag myself out of bed, running a hand through my hair as I perk up. And just then, a soft knock pulls me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I call out, tired. The door creaks open, and for a heartbeat, I think

Danielle’s POVFor once in a long time, I don’t feel like the fragile one in the midst of others.The Gathering went better than I could have ever imagined. I replay the way Lyra’s smile cracked from earlier, the way the other women leaned in like they’d just witnessed something scandalous and glorious all at once.That Aaliyah herself can barely contain her pride the whole ride back.“My lady, you were fire today,” she keeps saying. “Did you see her face? I thought she was going to choke on her tea.”I can’t stop smiling, even though part of me knows it’s pointless. “I saw that.”“First time in years someone shut Lyra up like that. The women of the pack will be whispering about it for weeks I tell you.”“Perfect,” I murmur, staring out the SUV window as the mansion gates come into view. “Then maybe they’ll whisper something useful for once.”When the car pulls to a stop in the courtyard, I take a deep breath and step out. Seeing the hustle and bustle of the guards and servants of the

Danielle’s POVThe next morning, I wake up expecting the same heaviness from the night before. That sharp ache behind my chest that no amount of sleep can fix.And this time, no knock on the door, no sound of servants whispering beyond the hall as usual. Not even Aaliyah’s cheerful voice from the door, like other days.I sit up slowly, the covers slipping from my shoulders. And my head throbs slightly from all the thinking I did last night, thinking about what I heard, what Rhett said to Devon, what it meant.You might have to let her go.The words keep echoing in my head like a curse. But now… now, I don’t feel rejected. I feel angry at myself for ever choosing to eavesdrop.But then again, If he’s going to discard me, he could at least have the decency to do it to my face.I drag myself out of bed, wrapping a robe around my shoulders, as I head for the window. I watch how wide the gardens stretch outside, the perfect rows of roses, guards patr

Danielle's POV“I don't like her company around you!” Rhett growls, the minute we head out, nodding slightly at the guests smiling around us.I turn facing him with an arched brow, wondering why he’d made that statement. “Well good thing your opinion on whom I'm meant to hang out with, doesn't count!” I snap.“You're not to be seen anywhere with her, Danielle,” he protests.“You don't own me Alpha,” “Last time I checked, I do,” he says with a smirk, staring into my eyes.And almost in an instant, the air between us becomes stiff as we leave the gathering hall. For some reason, I can still hear Lady Seraphine’s laughter echoing faintly behind us, excited, happy, everything I wish I could be in a room full of eyes that weigh me like an outsider.Rhett walks beside me, now suddenly silent. Too silent. His hand occasionally brushes mine when the corridor narrows, but he doesn’t say anything.It’s ridiculous how aware I am of every sound, the faint click of his boots on the marble floor,

Rhett's POVThe mid-day air hit me the moment I stepped onto the gravel path, closer to her, staring into her eyes. And immediately, her scent clings to me like a second skin, and I find it so hard to pull away from her. Annoyingly, she teases something deep in me that I can never fully ignore.My wolf stirs violently, claws scratching at the edges of my control and I’m forced to swallow a low growl staring at her before it escapes.From just looking at her, I can feel her weakness. I can feel it in the bond or rather, the lack of one between us. Her wolf even until now, has barely whispered to mine over the past couple of months of her being here, yet mine claws repeatedly, yearning for her.Usually, I could sense the depth of a mate’s essence, the pull of their power radiating through the bond and as expected it’s meant to feel intoxicating, like taking in fire and ice all at once. But with her, it’s almost like trying to trap smoke in