Her Alpha’s Undoing: The Luna’s Wrath

Nadia's POVI never should have come back.The moment I step onto Silver Moon pack territory, my wolf starts pacing restlessly inside me. Five years. Five years since I ran away from this place, from him, from everything that broke me. My hands shake as I grip the steering wheel tighter, watching the familiar pine trees blur past my window."You can do this, Nadia," I whisper to myself, but the words feel hollow.The pack house looms ahead, bigger than I remember. My stomach churns. I'm only here because Mom is sick. Really sick. The kind of sick that makes you swallow your pride and face your demons. The kind that makes you come crawling back to the place you swore you'd never return to.I park my beat-up Honda behind a row of expensive cars. Everything here screams money and power. Everything reminds me I don't belong. Never did.Before I can lose my nerve, the front door swings open. My heart stops.Dylan.He stands there like a god carved from moonlight and shadows. Broader should

Nadia's POVThe council chamber feels like a cage. Five ancient wolves sit in a semicircle, their eyes dissecting me. Dylan stands beside me, his hand on my back."State your name for the record," the silver-haired elder commands."Nadia Thomas.""Your father's name is Vincent Blackstone, Alpha of Crimson Lake," a younger council member states. "Making you Nadia Blackstone, heir to one of the most powerful packs in the country.""I don't care who he is. I'm not going anywhere with his wolves."Dylan growls. "She's my mate. That means she stays with Silver Moon.""A mate you rejected," the elder woman reminds him. "That rejection, even if incomplete, damaged your bond. It may not be strong enough to override her blood claim.""Test it then," Dylan challenges. "Test our bond."The elders exchange glances. "Very well. Guard, bring the Oracle Stone."A younger wolf enters carrying a black stone. My wolf immediately recoils.We both place our hands on the stone. Pain shoots through me. Ima

Dylan’s POVDawn comes too quickly. I stand at the border, watching Nadia prepare for the journey to Crimson Lake. She's wearing tactical gear instead of the dress Vincent probably expects. Good. She's not trying to impress him.James loads supplies into the vehicle while I fight every instinct screaming at me not to let her go. My wolf is pacing, agitated. He knows what I know – Vincent Blackstone is dangerous, and we're walking into his territory."Stop looking like someone's dying," Nadia says, appearing beside me."This is a bad idea.""You've mentioned that. Twelve times.""Thirteen, actually," James calls out. "He said it once while you were changing."Nadia almost smiles. Almost. These glimpses of our old dynamic make the ache in my chest worse."Vincent's not going to hurt me," she says. "I'm too valuable.""That's what worries me. Valuable things get locked away."She turns to face me fully, morning light catching the gold flecks in her brown eyes. "Do you trust me?""Yes.""

Nadia's POVMy world stopped moving. Alistair Winters stood in the wreckage of Silver Moon, alive when he should have been buried two years ago. My wolf howled inside me, ready to tear him apart for everything he had taken from us. But something was wrong with the person before me.He wasn't commanding an army. He wasn't wielding dark power or sneering with triumph. He stood alone, hands raised in surrender, looking like a man who had spent years living in his own personal hell. His once-proud shoulders curved inward, his face carved with lines that spoke of sleepless nights and endless regret.Dylan's body turned to stone beside me. Through our newly forming bond, I felt his emotions crash into me like waves against rocks. Rage, betrayal, confusion, and underneath it all, a desperate, childlike hope that made my chest ache. He wanted his father back, even after everything."Don't come closer," Dylan warned, his voice deadly quiet. "Give me one reason I shouldn't rip your throat out ri

Meeting Her FatherNadia's POVVincent's hand trembled as he pushed open the door, and I knew before stepping inside that this room would break me. My mother's scent still lingered somehow—lavender and wild roses, it was faded but unmistakable. Everything remained exactly as she had left it twenty-three years ago."I couldn't change anything," Vincent whispered behind me. "It felt like erasing her."I walked slowly through the space, my fingers trailing over a hairbrush still tangled with dark strands, a book left open on the nightstand, a dress hanging in the closet that looked like something I would wear. Through my bond with Dylan, I felt his support wrapping around me even though he was downstairs with Marcus."Tell me about her," I said quietly.Vincent sat heavily on the edge of the bed, looking older than his years. "Isabella was fire and moonlight mixed together. I still remember how I always teased her there her laughter was like music to my eyes and when she fought? She was l