All Chapters of Her Alpha’s Undoing: The Luna’s Wrath: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luna's Pregnancy Luna's POV I was four months pregnant and struggling. While Nadia and Dylan were finding peace with their beautiful twins and their healing family, I was drowning in fear and nausea and exhaustion that never seemed to end. Constant nausea that made eating nearly impossible. I was always so exhausted that I could barely get out of bed some mornings. Emotional mood swings that had me crying over everything from Kael's smile to a bird flying past the window. And watching Nadia with her twins made me terrified of having two babies at once. Two babies. Two tiny humans who would depend on me completely. What if I dropped one? What if I fed one and forgot about the other? What if they cried at the same time and I could not handle it? "What if I cannot handle it?" I confessed to Nadia one afternoon. We were sitting in her living room while she nursed Aiden and I watched

Six Months Later Nadia's POV Six months had passed since Morgana's defeat. Life had settled into a beautiful and chaotic routine that I never wanted to end. Elena was thriving in her school, topping her class. Her nightmares were rare now and came maybe once every few weeks instead of every night. Her confidence was returning slowly but surely. She laughed more and smiled more and talked about her friends constantly. She was still in therapy with Dr. Mitten but she was healing in ways I never thought possible after everything she had been through. The twins were six months old now. They could now sit up on their own, Babbling nonsense that sometimes sounded almost like real words. Showing distinct personalities that made me fall more in love with them every single day. Aiden was serious and thoughtful and watched everything with those dark intelligent eyes, Dylan was right when he said Aiden will be

Growing Pains Nadia's POV Teaching Elena to control her powers while raising infant twins was exhausting. I felt stretched thin and never had enough time for any of my children and I never got enough sleep, I never had enough of myself to go around. One fateful day, everything fell apart. Elena had a power surge during training and accidentally destroyed a training dummy. The force of it knocked her backward and she scraped her knee on the ground. She cried from the pain, while white light still flickered around her trembling hands. Aiden and Lyra were both teething and crying nonstop. Nothing I did soothed them. Not rocking or singing or nursing or walking. They just screamed and screamed until my head pounded. Dylan was in back-to-back meetings all day. Luna was dealing with her own teething triplets. I was alone with three children who all needed me desperately and I had nothing left to give.

The New Woman or Warrior?Nadia's POVLife had finally settled into a comfortable routine. Elena was seven years old and thriving in school and controlling her powers better each day. The twins just turned one and were walking everywhere and getting into everything they could reach. Dylan and I were happy. Tired from parenting three kids but happy. We had found our rhythm after so much chaos… pheww!!Then James introduced the new head warrior he hired without consulting us first. Cassandra Blackwood. She was twenty-eight and beautiful, she had an athletic build, with long dark hair and a confident smile. She was formerly from the Northern Pack and highly trained with impressive credentials that James kept listing."She will handle advanced combat training," James explained while Cassandra stood beside him looking perfect. "Dylan, you will work closely with her on strategy and pack defense."I noticed Dylan's eyes linger on Cassandra just a second too long. I told myself I was being pa

Nadia's POV I told myself there was a logical explanation for the hair. Maybe it transferred from Dylan's clothes when they were training or it wasn't even Cassandra's hair. Maybe I was being paranoid and making problems where none existed but I could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. The hair sat in my jewelry box where I had hidden it like evidence of a crime I could not prove. That night Dylan came home at eleven. I was still awake and nursing Lyra who would not settle. She had been fussy all evening and crying for her daddy. Now she finally dozed in my arms while I rocked her in the nursery chair. "You are up late," Dylan said from the doorway. He walked over and kissed my forehead. A quick peck like an afterthought. That was when I smelled it. A strange perfume. Sweet and musky and definitely not my scent. It clung to Dylan's shirt collar and filled my nose when he leaned close. My