Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Alpha’s Undoing: The Luna’s Wrath: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Dylan's POVTwo weeks after Garrett left the region life returned to normal or what passed for normal in our chaotic household. The kids were louder and happier now that the shadow of fear had lifted. Nadia smiled more easily. Even Elena seemed lighter as though she could finally breathe without constantly looking over her shoulder.I thought the worst was behind us. I was wrong.It started on a Tuesday morning while I was playing with the twins. Lyra wanted me to lift her high so she could touch the ceiling. I swept her into my arms and hoisted her above my head like I had done a hundred times before. But when I did, a sharp pain stabbed through my chest so intense I nearly dropped her.I managed to set her down gently and smiled through the discomfort. "Daddy needs a break sweetheart. Go play with your brother."Lyra skipped away happily and I pressed my hand against my chest waiting for the pain to pass. It faded after a minute or two. Probably just a pulled muscle from lifting her

Dylan's POVThe surgery was scheduled for three weeks out. Twenty-one days to prepare for someone to cut open my chest and replace a part of my heart. Twenty-one days to get my affairs in order in case I never woke up.The pre-op appointments started immediately. Blood work every other day to monitor my levels. More imaging to map out exactly where the damaged valve was and how the surgery would proceed. Consultations with the surgeon who explained in detail how they would stop my heart and put me on a machine that would breathe for me and pump my blood while they worked.I signed consent forms that included phrases like risk of death and possibility of stroke. Each signature felt heavier than the last. Each acknowledgment of what could go wrong made the whole thing feel more real and more terrifying.But the medical preparations were not the hardest part, the hardest part was getting pack affairs in order.I called James into my office on a Tuesday morning. He walked in looking conce

Dylan's POVPain. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up, not gentle discomfort but hot agony that radiated from my chest through every nerve in my body. My ribs felt like they had been split apart with an axe and left to burn.I could not move or speak. There was something in my throat blocking my airway and forcing air into my lungs in rhythms that felt wrong. Tubes snaked from my arms, wires attached to my chest and machines beeped around me in a chorus that made my head pound.But I was alive, I had actually survived.Nadia's face appeared above me. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying but she was smiling. "You did it. You're okay. The surgery was successful."I tried to speak but could not get words around the breathing tube. Panic flared in my chest and the machines started beeping faster."Don't try to talk." Nadia leaned closer and smoothed my hair back from my forehead. "Just rest. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."Her hand wrapped around mine and I squeezed wea

Dylan's POV The door to my hospital room crashed open and Nadia stumbled inside. Her face was pale and streaked with tears. She held something in her hands that was already shaking. "Dylan. Garrett. He said he poisoned you." The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My monitor beeped faster as my heart rate spiked. "What?" She rushed to my bedside and opened her palm. A small glass vial filled with clear liquid rested there. "He gave me this, he said it was an antidote and that he had used toxins to accelerate your heart condition." I tried to sit up but pain shot through my chest where the incision was still healing. "He admitted to poisoning me?" "He implied it. He said certain toxins can speed up calcification in damaged valves and that you would never fully recover because the damage he caused was permanent." My hands clenched into

 Dylan's POV   I stood in the bathroom staring at the shower like it was my enemy. It’s been three weeks post surgery and I still cannot wash my own hair without pain shooting through my chest. The simple act of lifting my arms above my head felt too hard.   "Dylan. Let me help."   Nadia appeared in the doorway already knowing what I needed before I asked. This has become our routine. She helped me undress carefully avoiding the still tender incision site. She adjusted the water temperature and guided me under the spray.