The sickened luna’s last chance

Ella

As I stood in Alexander’s shower later that night, hot water cascading down my back, my fingers kept drifting up to my mouth. I couldn’t stop touchin my lips. The ghost of Alexander’s kiss still lingered there, no matter how hard I scrubbed at the skin.

I hadn’t meant for it to be so… intense. I’d only wanted to shut the journalists up, to prove our “love” was real. But the moment our lips touched, something had ignited between us. I couldn’t deny it.

I’d never been kissed like that before. Hell, I’d never been kissed by Alexander at all. Five years of marriage, and it took a PR crisis for him to finally kiss

me.

Well… I had been the one to kiss him. And the moment we had been out of sight, he had walked away from me like I was nothing.

The whole situation felt so damn pathetic. And I felt even more pathetic for actually caring.

I shut off the water and stood dripping in the shower and reached for a towel just as the bathroom door swung open.

“What the fuck!” I screamed, clutching the towel to my chest as Alexander strode in, already unbuttoning his shirt.

His eyes went wide. “Shit!” He whirled around, covering his eyes with one hand. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Obviously!” My heart was going wild in my chest as I hastily wrapped the towel around myself and stumbled out of the shower. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

“I’m not used to sharing a bathroom,” Alexander snapped with his back still turned to me.

I moved to step past him, but as I tried to squeeze by, my damp shoulder brushed against his arm. A jolt of electricity shot through me at the contact.

Alexander froze, his body suddenly going rigid. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he turned his head toward me.

We were close. Too close. Close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek. My gaze dropped to his lips–those same lips that had been on mine just hours ago.

The air between us crackled with static electricity as we looked at each other. For a moment, I thought he might kiss me again, right there in that steamy bathroom with nothing but a towel between us.

Part of me wanted him to.

Alexander swallowed. “Ella.” The sound of my name on his tongue sounded strained, like he was holding back.

Did he want me, too, I wondered? Did he secretly spend nights during the past five years wondering what it would be like to finally be together as man

and wife?

and coldly said, “That stunt you

I blinked. “What?”

time, but we shouldn’t make a habit of

then he would reject me, and my wolf would return, and I would live. That was the plan. That

his words make my chest hurt like I’d

little feeling back down and locked

Chapter 1

me,” I said, lining my chid. “It’s

jaw Ucked. “Good. Then we’re

another word, ignoring the way my skin burned

bed with a book open

pale blue one with the lace trim that had sat unworn in my drawer for years I’d

wearing it because I needed to do

was what I told

cloud of steam, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, I forced myself not to look at the defined muscles of his abdomen

bed beside me, taking care to stay on his side.

we’re clear,” I said, “Lonly kissed you because you weren’t doing anything to stop those journalists from asking too

scoffed. “Right. And here I thought you just couldn’t resist

yourself.” I set my book on the nightstand. “I hate

“The feeling is mutual.”

least we can

to me. Within minutes, his breathing had evened out, indicating he was asleep or close to

a long time, just staring up

was asleep did I touch my lips

been different? What if Alexander had given us a real chance? What would our marriage have been like if he had actually

imagine it. Couldn’t fathom what it would feel like to have Alexander’s hands on my body, his lips on my skin, our bodies joining in the

form low in my belly, a feeling that I knew all too well but had only acted on in the darkness of my old bedroom on the other

I’d been married for five years, and my husband had never once touched me–had never even kissed me until today, and

age already had pups, little ones toddling around their feet or nursing at their breasts. They had mates who loved them, who

dormant wolf and a death sentence because my mate

I do when this was all over? When was