Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Lexi “Push Lexi, push!” his voice whispers near me, raw with panic but firm. Manny Rex, my mate and husband-to-be, brushes the hair off the wetness of my forehead. His eyes tell me everything I need to know—he’s not prepared to lose me, Lexi. “I can't, I can't,” I pant, blowing hot breath through pursed lips, pain ripping through me like wildfire in relentless waves. His hands grip mine tighter. He touches my cheek with the back of his hand, wiping the hot tears off. “Look at me,” he says hoarsely. With difficulty, I tilt my head upwards to meet his piercing eyes. For a moment, I forgot about my pain and thought of how beautiful our children would look if they got his eyes. “Don't worry about anything else, Lexi. You can hold my hand as tightly as you want, I'm here with you. And you can do it.” Across the top of the mountain of my swollen belly covered in green sheets, the anxious doctor's eyes peer at me. He nods in encouragement and so do the two nurses with him. “Lexi,” Ma

Lexi As I strap one of my babies to my body, I glare at the nurse who ìs not even awake to see the murderous stare that I am throwing her way. If only I had a weapon. As I search around me for anything that seems threatening, a thought occurs to me. Sneaking into the nursery was easier than it should be, just a creaky door and a sleeping nurse. Something is off but not even my sniffing wolf can find what it is. I try to shake off the nasty feeling as I give the room one last sweep and turn towards the door. Something rouses behind me and freezes. The nurse is awake, and her eyes are growing in her face with shock, her hand slipping away from my son's head and towards a button on the wall. She presses it and a shrill tears the evening in pieces. “Damn you, girl!” I curse escaping through the open door and down the hall. Behind me, the nurse's naked feet patters in pursuit. She is still clutching my other child in her right arm, but the tremors from her heavy footsteps have woke

Lexi I sit at the head of the polished oak table, the boardroom’s glass walls reflect the sharp lines of my charcoal suit. My spine is straight, my dark hair swept into a tight chignon with that silver streak glinting like a scar. Seven years since that cliff, and I’ve turned the wild rogue into something else—someone else. “Alright, people,” I call out, leaning back in my high backed chair, “hit me.” I listen with pride as each member, rogue wolves, of my team rises to his or her feet to reel out their progress or success on our different projects. The team buzzes around me, voices steady as they deliver their reports. I listen, chin lifted, exuding the quiet command I’ve honed running Rogue Haven. “—this quarter, we funded scholarships for thirty-two rogue wolves across three packs,” Maris says, tapping her tablet. “Eighteen enrolled in trade programs, the rest head to university next fall. Shelter intake rises too—forty families settled into the new foothills facility last mo

INTO THE LION’S DENLEXI’S POVI spent the night by Dexter’s side. Rubbing his wrist reassuringly as I watched him breathe slowly, listening to the machines by his bedside while hoping and praying that he was going to make it through the night.The mage’s news scared me more than anything, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to deal with the sacrifice that it was going to cost me.“You haven’t slept,” Jax suddenly called out. I turned to find him walking into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand.“How can I sleep?” I asked, starting to feel emotional. “My baby is here fighting for his life and I can’t do anything but watch him.” He gave me a considerate look, handing me the coffee. “What did the mage say?”“He said that Dexter needs his twin to survive, that their bond is the only thing strong enough to break the hex.”“His twin?” he echoed, processing what my words meant.“Yes,” I nodded, taking a sip of the coffee. Jax stayed silent, but I could see the anger in his eyes. “You have

MOTHER OF THE YEARLEXI’S POVManny stared at me in shock. “A hex?” he echoed in disbelief. “Yes,” I sighed as the guards let go of meHe looked from Dexter’s unconscious body to my tear stained face and then sighed. “What do we need to do to save him?”“All I know is that Dexter has to meet his twin as soon as possible or we will lose him forever,” I explained.Manny gave me an unreadable expression before he relented. “Come with me then,” he said, turning away and I ran after him.He took us to a bedroom, placing Dexter softly on the bed before he turned back to face me.“You were gone for all these years, taking my son with you and now you are bringing him back half dead to me,” Manny hissed in anger. “I swear if anything happens to him I am going to—”“I don’t have to argue with you Manny, send for his twin brother,” I replied, feeling a surge of panic.We had wasted enough time as it was.Frowning, Manny turned to the guards behind us. “Go and get Wayne from his room.”My heart