All Chapters of The Wolfless Luna And The Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Danielle’s POVI try not to stare at him from my end of the table. But I can't help it. And there I find him staring back and in seconds Devon taps him as if noticing out short hurried glances. And in all of that, I look away. Hoping no one notices the tension slowly building between Rhett and me in that room.The council meeting drags on, but I’m barely listening. Elder Maris drones on about patrol rotations near the eastern border, Devon interjects occasionally with his smug commentary, and the other members argue over supplies and alliances. I nod when required, smile politely when someone glances at me, but none of it registers. My attention keeps drifting.I catch Rhett out of the corner of my eye. He’s sitting at the head of the table, as always, poised, commanding. Even in this room, surrounded by pack leaders and rules, he radiates control. His dark gaze keeps finding me. Every time our eyes meet, I feel it—a tension so thick it presses against my chest. I glance away quic

Daniell’s POVA COUPLE OF WEEKS LATERI stand in the hallway watching the gathering hall come alive with light and chatter when we arrive. Lady Seraphine moves with a grace I can only try to imitate, each step measured, commanding, her presence demanding attention without effort. I follow closely, keeping my posture straight, my smile polite, and my hands folded neatly before me.Inside, the women of the inner circle mingle, as their laughter rises and falls like music. I offer small nods, measured smiles, soft greetings, all under Seraphine’s watchful eye. Every instinct in me is on edge, aware that one misstep could make me stand out in the wrong way. As I continue in my step, I try so hard not to feel awkward being there.Then I hear it—a loud familiar mocking laugh, carrying across the room like a blade.“Ah, Lady Seraphine has brought her new companion,” a voice says, and when I turn, I find Lyra stepping toward us with a smirk that could cut through whatever tension is buildin

Danielle’s POVI stand in my bedroom a couple of minutes later, now fully dressed, heart hammering in my chest as Rhett’s shadow recedes down the hallway. The door clicks behind him, leaving me alone with the lingering heat of the memory from the shower scene, the damp strands of hair clinging to my neck, and the echo of the tension that still hangs thick in the air.I sink onto the edge of my bed, letting down my damp hair. My hands twist in my lap, twisting and untwisting the damp fabric. Why did he have to be there? Why now? The thought makes heat rush to my cheeks all over again. My chest tightens, and I feel like I can’t breathe normally, like every nerve in me is screaming from the sheer mortification of it.I force myself to focus. He was only helping. There’s nothing more to it. But that rational voice is weak, almost drowned by the vivid memory of him kneeling by the bathroom latch, the careful way he avoided looking at me too directly, and the way I could feel his presence

Danielle’s POV“Jealous,” he says, with eyes boring into mine without a single flinch.“I'm not—-,” I snap, but pause mid-sentence, glaring at him.“He arches a brow, waiting for a response and waiting to hear the damn words from my lips. Waiting to see me vulnerable.But I refuse and instead I straighten my spine, glaring at him as hard as I can. “I’m not jealous, Rhett.”“Danielle.” His voice drops for a second, low and entirely conscious of the fact that I’m pissed. “You looked like you wanted to tear her throat out.”My jaw clenches from all the disgust I now feel. “I didn’t.”“You glared at her.”“I glare at a lot of people.”“You glared at her as she walked out of my room.”Heat punches up my neck, unwanted and humiliating. “Don’t flatter yourself.”He steps closer, staring at me, so close. Close enough that I can feel the heat rolling off him, the scent of his cologne wafting over me in such a way that always manages to get into my head.“You’re lying,” he murmurs.“And you’re

Danielle’s POVAs I walk right into my bedroom, letting the noise off my head, I pause knowing too well that something is wrong.I feel it before I even blink and open my eyes. A pressure fills the air in a thick and restless manner, almost like the sky holding back a storm. My heart hammers repeatedly in my chest from the heavy thoughts swirling in my mind. After a long couple of minutes, I push myself upright in my bed, clutching the blanket against me as if that will settle the ache of unease twisting deep in my belly.However, unfortunately, it doesn’t; instead, it only gets worse.Ever since the wounded man stumbled into the front yard bloody, trembling, barely able to speak about the attack on the western road, the entire atmosphere of the pack now shifted, filled with nervous glances, and somewhere in the midst of all of it remains…Rhett. Storming off with a clenched jaw and fury in every step. And yet, even furious, even drowning in responsibility…He still looked at me and I