All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Undoing: The Luna’s Wrath: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Impossible BargainNadia's POVI was sitting in bed when Dylan came home and I knew immediately that something was wrong. His face was pale and his hands shook slightly as he closed the door behind him. He looked like someone had torn his heart out and left him bleeding."What happened?" I asked and tried to sit up straighter. The twins kicked hard inside me and I winced. "Did you find someone who can help?""Yes." His voice was hollow. "His name is Kaine. He can navigate pocket dimensions. He knows how to find Elena."Relief flooded through me until I saw his face again, that face. "What is it? What is wrong?"Dylan crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He took my hands in his and I felt how cold his fingers were. "He wants payment. A price for his help.""Money? Territory? We can give him anything.""He wants one of our unborn babies." The words came out flat and dead. "That is his price."My entire body went numb. The room spun around me and I could not breathe properly.

Finding Elena Nadia's POV The pocket dimension was a pure nightmare. Walls shifted and melted like liquid while we watched. Floors became ceilings without warning and I stumbled more than once as gravity decided to change direction. One moment we were moving quickly and the next it felt like wading through thick honey. Every step required serious effort and my pregnancy was slowing me down. "Stay together!" Kaine's voice cut through the distorted air. His eyes changed to different colors faster than normal and I could tell even he was struggling with the instability of this place. "If you get separated here, you might never find each other again. The dimension feeds on isolation and fear." We followed Elena's voice but it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Sometimes it sounded close enough to touch and then it would fade to barely a whisper. My pregnant belly made movement difficult

Birth Without Him Nadia's POV The contractions ripped through me like I was dying, this pain was worse than when I had Elena. I screamed until my throat got tired. Labor was agony but not just physical. The emotional pain I was feeling made it worse. Dylan should have been here. He should have been holding my hand and whispering sweet words and being my anchor through this storm. Instead, I was alone. Surrounded by healers who meant well but were not him. Their hands were gentle and their voices were kind but they were strangers. They were not my mate. They were not the father of these babies I was bringing into the world. "Push, Luna!" Seraphine urged from between my legs. I got distracted because of thinking. Her face was calm but I also saw concern in her eyes. "The first baby is almost here. You need to push harder." I pushed but my heart was not in it. Half of me was still i

Coming HomeNadia's POVThe journey home from rescuing Dylan was a blur. I was so exhausted from everything. I had given birth less than twelve hours ago and then threw myself into this rescue that nearly killed me. My body needed rest. Every step sent pain shooting through my abdomen. Blood still seeped from wounds that had not properly healed but none of that mattered because Dylan was beside me and Elena was safe and we were going home.Dylan carried me the entire way back and refused to let me walk even when I protested. "You just had twins and saved my life. Let me take care of you for once."I did not have the strength to argue. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Strong and steady and real. He was alive, he was here. We had him back.Elena walked beside us and held her father's hand with one hand while touching my arm with the other. Like she needed to physically confirm we were both real and not another dream that would disappear when she woke. He

Adjusting to New NormalNadia's POVThe next morning, I woke to find Elena asleep on the floor outside our bedroom door.The sight of her on the cold tiles broke my heart. She was curled into a tiny ball with her arms wrapped around her knees and her face pressed against the cold floor. She looked so small., and vulnerable. This was not how a six-year-old should sleep. Not on a cold floor because she was too afraid to be alone in her own room."Oh, baby," I whispered and scooped my daughter up carefully. Elena was six now but she was light. Too light. She had lost weight during her captivity and her bones felt fragile in my arms like bird wings that might snap if I held too tight.Elena woke with a start and her body went rigid in my arms. Her eyes flew open and she looked around wildly. Panicking. "Where am I? Where is the cage?""You are home, sweetie. You are safe, no more cages."But Elena's eyes were wild and kept darting around the room like she was searching for invisible walls