All Chapters of HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The sound of heavy rain woke me from my nightmare. Ever since I had moved into this packhouse, I hadn’t been sleeping worth a damn. Some nights, I didn’t sleep at all thanks to the endless nightmares. About losing it all to Alpha Dominic, no less. I had no idea when the last time I had slept properly was, but the goddamn thunderstorm outside saved me from that particular bad dream.After Brandon dropped the bomb about the contract, the insomnia had gotten worse. Grace's texts burned behind my eyelids. She hadn't stopped apologizing since that day. I should have fired her ass. For the past week, Jacob had been hellbent on making my life a living hell for no reason. Calling me his father's mistress, skipping classes, throwing tantrums. One time, he came home with a gash on his forehead and blamed it on me, saying I was abusive, just so Alpha Jeremiah would fire me. But Jeremiah hadn't believed him.And as for me and Jac

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Dominic's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The jeep rocked through the flood like a drunk beast, its tires half-submerged, the engine roaring against the relentless pull of the current. The rain increased, drumming on the roof like gunfire, each jolt sending ice-cold water splashing over the sides. I sat crammed in the back seat, Anna plastered to my left, Rose shivering against my right. They were trembling like leaves in the wind. Flynn was actually dozing off, slumped next to the driver. How he could sleep through this chaos was beyond me. My arms were wrapped tight around my girls, trying to pour whatever warmth I had left into them, but the cold had seeped into my bones hours ago. It was useless. In the lead jeep, Maxwell had taken over now, he was driving like a man possessed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other swatting at desperate fingers clawing at the doors. Pack members trudged chest-deep beside us, their faces pale and terrified. They w

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Jeremiah's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Jacob opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Swallowed hard, eyes glued to the dashboard. Then, it all came spilling out. “I…I didn’t want to worry you. Or Mom. You have got enough with the pack…” His voice cracked, and he rubbed his arms like he was trying to scrub away the cold, or maybe the shame. “But after you saved me…after I thought I was going to drown in there, alone…I can’t keep it bottled up anymore. It feels like it’s killing me anyway.” I sighed and pulled over close to the pack border. Killed the engine. Turned to face him. “Keep what bottled up?” I asked, my voice soft, trying not to scare him. Jacob took a ragged breath, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I have been getting bullied, Dad. For years.” My blood ran cold. Bullied? My son? Bullied? “Since the heart thing as a kid. They called me ‘beep boy’ and said I was weak and should just die already. I thought it would stop when I got older, bu

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Dominic's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The baby's tiny cries pierced straight through my skull, ridiculously loud and persistent, like she knew exactly how fucked everything was. I stared down at her. She was a pink, perfect, and undeniably angry little thing. Outlaw howled in my head again, screaming blood. I blinked. "Blood? Are you on crack or something, Outlaw? We haven't touched Madison in years. Not since that morning she accused me of rape, not even on our wedding night, or when we were forced into this sham of a marriage by my mother. So how the hell is this kid our blood?" Outlaw didn't answer. He just howled blood again, louder this time, like he was broken or something. No explanation, no context. It was getting on my nerves. I didn't even know when the doctor and the nurse had left the room. Now it was just me, Madison, her ragged breathing, and the baby's nonstop cries. I turned to Madison, still sprawled on the bed, the sheets wet with

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Jeremiah's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ By the time Jacob and I arrived at the shelter, night had fallen again, heavy and thick like the floodwaters had never really left, just retreated into the dark corners of the pack. The kind of darkness that made you think about what was lurking beneath the surface. Jacob was finally asleep in a room assigned to him down the hall. Exhausted after the reunion with Olivia. He had barely said two words, just collapsed onto the bed, mumbling about how tired he was and how the water had almost taken him. I had stood there watching him breathe, his chest rising and falling under the blanket, and felt something crack inside me. Relief, guilt, and rage at myself for not knowing him better. It was a strong cocktail, and it left me shaky. I found Brandon in the hallway, leaning against the wall just a few steps away from Jacob’s room. It looked like he had been waiting for me, like the loyal dog he was. "Alpha—" Before