The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 68

Ella & Gabriel

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Ella

Lilith and I stood in the doorway watching Sophia and Sarah face off like two alley cats fighting over the same scrap of meat.

“You bitch!” Sophia shrieked, hurling what looked like a ceramic figurine at Sarah’s head. “You don’t belong here!”

Sarah dodged the projectile, causing it to shatter on the wall behind her. “At least I’m not some pathetic woman who can’t take a hint!”

“Pathetic? You’re a fucking maid who thinks she can seduce an Alpha!” Sophia’s face was turning an alarming shade of red. “You’re nothing! A nobody!”

“And everyone knows that you’re a spoiled Daddy’s girl!” Sarah shot back, hands on her hips.

I found myself staring at this absurd display of jealousy over Alexander, and something bubbled up in my chest. Not ánger or hurt or even embarrassment. Laughter.

Here I was, dying slowly because my mate wouldn’t complete our bond, and these two idiots were literally throwing pottery at each other over the chance to climb into bed with him.

It was so fucking ridiculous that I couldn’t believe I’d ever wasted a single second worrying about either of them, or Alexander, for that matter.

I was dying. Actually dying. And instead of spending my remaining time with people who genuinely cared

about me–people like Lilith and Liam–I’d been letting myself get worked up over… what?

What was the point? Even if Alexander marked me tomorrow, was this the kind of life I wanted? Constantly

defending my place, constantly worried about the next beautiful woman who might catch his eye?

Fuck that.

Lilith stepped up beside me. “Should we do something?” she whispered.

“Let them destroy each other,” I said, folding my arms across my chest and casually leaning against the wall. “I don’t care anymore.”

Sophia had just picked up another decorative object and was winding up to throw it when Alexander’s voice boomed through the foyer.

“What the hell is going on here?”

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was standing at the bottom of the main

said immediately,

up about three octaves. “You’re

Alexander’s Alpha Voice cut through their bickering with ease. Both women snapped their mouths shut. “Sarah, you’re fired. Pack your things and get out of my

Alpha, I didn’t do anything wrong! She

of staff.” Alexander’s

“This is so unfair-”

“Twenty–nine minutes.”

a venomous look at Sophia, then

without another word.

I thought I made myself clear about your

to put her in her place!” Sophia tried to step closer to him, but Alexander held up a

“Leave. Now.”

“But-”

“Now, Sophia.”

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. But even Sophia wasn’t immune to Alexander’s fury, and when she saw the thunder in his expression, she seemed

the front entrance in a huff. The

a moment, surveying the damage. Broken pottery, scattered dirt, flower petals everywhere. Then he rubbed his face with both hands and let out a

give me strength,” he muttered, clearly not realizing that he still had an audience consisting

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snort, then grew into giggles, and finally exploded into the kind of hysterical cackling that made my sides hurt. I couldn’t stop. Every time I tried to get control of myself, I’d look at the destroyed foyer

first real laugh I’d had in

hadn’t laughed like this in five

toward me, and for a second, I swore I caught the corner

off, leaving me laughing in the

Gabriel

reports in his office when someone knocked on his door. He looked up to find Sarah standing there, no longer in her maid’s uniform,

set down his papers.

blazing with fury. “You told me Alexander was lonely and desperate for a woman in his bed. You said his marriage was a sham and that he

closer, lowering her voice, although her

him, someone who wasn’t sick and pathetic like Ella. You said all I had to do was make myself available and he’d

chance.”

back in his chair. Sarah was right, of course. He had

three weeks ago. He’d known her from his days before becoming Alexander’s

of many women who’d warmed his bed over the

willing, and most importantly,

a bedroom now, which was dangerous. The more time they spent together, the

sex.