All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Danielle’s POVI don’t realize my hands are shaking until Rhett’s claws brush against my waist. And for some reason, the world feels still in an instant. His eyes bore into mine without a flinch, and I stay rooted in place now wrapped in his grip. As I remain there, the air between us becomes charged, so thick that one could choke.I take in a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in my chest, but annoyingly, his scent wraps around me. His eyes still glowing red from the shift trail all over my grace, and the longer he looks, the smaller I start to feel under that gaze.Without any hesitation, I try to pull away. “Rhett—,” I surprisingly whispered, my voice shaky than usual. I’m not so sure if I’m pleading for him to stop or to come closer.But then he doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans in, his fresh mint breath ghosting over my figure. My pulse jumps in an instant as I stare at him.I try to pull away, but

Danielle’s POV In silence, I stand right in front of the dressing mirror of my bedroom, running a finger over the pearl on my neck, trying to figure out why I’m meant to be out on this trip with Rhett. Most especially why it sounded so urgent. “Miss Danielle, the Alpha is waiting for you downstairs and we have all the bags sorted out,” a meek little voice calls out from behind me. Holding on to my long flowing dress, staring into my reflection, I turn to find a young girl by my bedroom door barely sixteen. Staring at me with wide, frightened eyes. I nod slightly, turning away from her as I pick up my purse, following suit from behind her. “Where’s Aaliyah?” I ask. “Out with the other to help get the bags sorted into the car,” she says. Without any response or a word to her, I turn facing the door. And as I walk down the stairs, I notice our luggage already loaded into the car ahead. And Rhett stands right next to it, tapping his foot impatiently, leaning against the d

Danielle’s POVIn a couple of minutes, a black SUV comes up in front of us as Rhett opens the back door in seconds and gives me that look.The one that says get in even though his mouth hasn’t said a word. Without any response, I cross my arms glaring at him. “I can open my own door,” I finally say with a frown on my face, breaking the silence between us.“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he snaps back through gritted teeth. Obviously trying not to cause a scene.“Get in,” he gestures to the car.My spine stiffens as I continue glaring at him. “Stop ordering me around.”“Then stop hesitating.”I hiss under my breath, climb in, and slam the door probably a bit too hard. He joins me on the other side, the seat dipping under his weight, and I hate the way my skin prickles in awareness of him.The entire drive is filled with silence, tension humming between us like a constant thread. Every time he glances at me, I pretend not to notice. Eve

Rhett’s POVTwelve pairs of eyes turn to me, some curious, some cautious, some far too calculating for my liking. The Elders of Silvercrest Pack sit at a long oval table carved from dark mountain oak. One thing I can tell was built a long time ago.Behind them, floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a forest shrouded in mist, the treeline so thick it looks like a wall.A wall I know too well, hides enemies or allies pretending they’re not enemies. Time will tell.I shut the door behind me, walking in.My jaw for some reason, still feels tight from Danielle, her voice, her scent, the stubborn fire in her eyes. She lingers under my skin like a bruise I keep pressing. But I push the thoughts aside. There is no room for distraction in this particular kind of meeting.Not when we’re this close. Not when someone in this region helped rogues attack my pack. Not when the Elders sitting in front of me are possible traitors.“Alpha Rhett,” one of the olde

Danielle’s POVBut—All I know is that every time he’s near, my body reacts before my brain can catch up, and every time he leaves, the room feels off.But I’m not about to tell a stranger any of that. Not today, not ever.“I wouldn’t say close,” I say lightly. “He’s just… he’s him.”Madison grins. “Ah. One of those Alphas.”“One of what?” The type that fills a room just by breathing.”My face burns from staring at her. “I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.”We laugh for a second, and strangely it feels nice. Easy. A break from the constant tension twisting my insides.She finishes her rounds, clicks something into her tablet, and turns to me fully. “If you need anything I mean anything just press the call button on the bedside console. It alerts me directly.”“That’s…” I hesitate. “Really kind of you.”“It’s my job.” She shrugs with a smile still on her face. “And you look like you’ve had a long day.”Before I can respond