The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Until the photographer started asking for more intimate shots.

“Alpha, could you place your hand on Luna Ella’s stomach? We want to emphasize the pregnancy.”

Alexander’s large hand settled over my belly, his fingers splaying wide in a gesture that was both protective and possessive. I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest at his touch, the way my body immediately responded to his proximity, the bond flickering like a candle flame.

He was just playing his part. Nothing more.

“Beautiful,” the photographer murmured, snapping away. “Now, Luna, lean back against him slightly. Like you trust him completely.”

My heart thudded violently, but I did as she asked and cautiously let my head rest against Alexander’s shoulder. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, because the photographer giggled and said, “No need to be shy, Luna!”

“Here.” Alexander’s deep voice practically vibrated against my back as he tugged me closer, one hand coming up to stroke my hair.

Goddess, I felt like I was going to die.

die happy in this little lie we had built. Because for those moments, as the

Almost.

had hit our mark. The photographer had truly outdone herself, creating an image of a loving couple with an heir on the way. Before I knew it, the entire pack was buzzing with the news, and the incident

They were everything the

a real couple in love and not… Whatever we

moments throughout the day. Not because I was narcissistic, but

me. His touches seemed genuine rather than performative. The way he held me looked like love instead

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stolen moments, I could pretend that the tender expression on his face was real. I could let my silly little heart believe that when he’d whispered sweet nothings in my ear during the shoot, he’d meant every

“Ella?”

phone in my hand, where one such picture-one depicting us standing beneath the cherry tree, foreheads pressed together,

staring

shut my phone off and shoved it into my pocket.

moment without answering, and I fought not to squirm under his intense scrutiny. Could he somehow tell what I’d been doing? Could he

emotions through the bond, of course. It hadn’t been