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.

as the photographer snapped pictures of us in increasingly romantic poses, I could almost forget that it was all

Almost.

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 in the hospital waiting room was explained away as early pregnancy complications that

were everything the photographer had promised.

real couple in love and not…

the day. Not because I was narcissistic, but because looking at them felt like glimpsing into an alternate reality

held warmth when he looked at me. His touches seemed genuine rather than performative. The way he

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I could pretend that the tender expression on his face was real.

“Ella?”

the room. His eyes immediately flicked to the phone in my hand, where one such picture-one depicting us standing beneath the

been staring

off and shoved it

his intense scrutiny. Could he somehow tell what I’d been doing? Could he sense my pathetic longing through

my best not to show my emotions through