The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

All the while, the exhaustion grew more and more intense by the minute.

I didn’t collapse again, but I certainly felt like I might. My knees were weak, my back sore, my head always spinning slightly even when I avoided alcohol.

Somehow, though, I managed to stay upright-it only to spite Gabriel.

By the time we made it to the dessert course of the meal portion of the night, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. My fork felt impossibly heavy as I picked at the chocolate mousse on my plate.

“You look like hell.”

I glanced up to find Sophia standing beside our table with a champagne flute in her hand and that familiar smirk on her face. Alexander was nowhere to be found-likely rubbing elbows

with pack officials somewhere.

“Excuse me?” I said.

seat beside me. “Pale, tired, and honestly…” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a whisper. “…Bloated. Are you feeling alright? You’re not…

she seriously asking if I was pregnant? As if she hadn’t stirred up enough trouble already tonight by destroying the one thing that

rattled the table and made nearby guests jump. “And maybe next time you insult another woman’s appearance, you should look in the mirror. That dress isn’t

throw her champagne at me. But we were surrounded by too many important people for her to cause a scene. Instead, she pushed her chair back with a loud scrape, stood, and

my fork, shoveling a big bite of mousse into

so grateful to see an event conclude. My feet were screaming in these heels, my head was pounding, and all I wanted was to go home and

into our driveway, I was practically holding my eyes open with toothpicks. But as we made our

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Liam. “Of

going

feet aching with every step. The first thing I did was kick off those

admit it, but Sophia hadn’t been wrong about the pale, sickly look. I looked