The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 94

Ella

Alexander stepped into the room and held up the bag. “I brought you some things to keep you occupied.”

1 straightened in the hospital bed, pulling the thin blanket higher over my torso. I hadn’t expected to see him again, especially not so soon after he’d dropped off the flowers. “Things?”

He approached the bed and handed me the bag. “Just some books, games, stuff like that. The nurses mentioned you might be here for a few days.”

Curious despite myself, I peered inside. There were a few paperback novels-mysteries, one of my favorite genres-a book of crossword puzzles, a deck of playing cards, and folded on top of everything else, a gray sweatshirt that I immediately recognized as Alexander’s.

I pulled it out and held it up, blushing furiously. “This is yours.”

Alexander shrugged. “I checked your closet for something warm, but all your sweaters are too thin. It gets cold in hospitals at night.”

I blinked, staring at the sweatshirt. It was one I’d seen him wear around the house on rare occasions, usually when he was working in his office late at night. The fabric was worn in places, soft from years of washing. It smelled faintly of him.

“it would look good for the press if you’re seen wearing my clothes. People still

The real reason. Not concern for my comfort, but concern for his image. His campaign. The act

form in my

words, he didn’t show it. “You should put it on,” he said. “It’s

hospital gown. Swallowing my pride, I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, letting the soft fabric engulf me. It was enormous on my frame, the sleeves hanging well past my fingertips, and the hem would probably hit

warm. And comfortable.

you for bringing this stuff,” I said. “You can go now,

for a

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an eyebrow.

especially after she collapsed in public.

image maintenance. More pretending. The hospital was full of pack members who would notice and gossip about-how long the Alpha stayed with his Luna. Of course that

come from a genuine place? Or was it all calculated for maximum political benefit? Was what happened in the alley

stiffly. “By all means,