The sickened luna’s last chance

Alexander

Business to handle. Right

The truth was, I’d made up the excuse because I needed to get away from Ella before I did something stupid again.

Dancing with her under the moonlight had been torture of the sweetest kind. The way she’d felt in my arms, the rose in her hair, the utter adoration in her eyes every time she looked up at me.

And that kiss. Goddess, that kiss at the banquet.

My wolf had gone absolutely feral when Ella had pulled me down to her mouth. The taste of her, the way she’d responded to me, the little sound she’d made when I’d kissed her back… It had taken every ounce of self–control I possessed not to carry her out of

that ballroom and straight to our bed.

I wanted to strip that midnight blue gown off her body and worship every inch of her skin. I wanted to mark her again, deeper this time, until there was no question who she belonged to. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and make her mine in every way possible.

I couldn’t.

knew for certain whether she was a spy sent by

family had definitely orchestrated my parents‘ deaths–I had concrete proof of that now. And whether Ella knew or not, one thing was abundantly clear: they had sent her

she was exactly what Gabriel suspected–a perfectly trained weapon designed to make me

and all of this was just a beautiful

Ella’s family. I couldn’t risk letting the same thing happen to myself, or worse, if I opened myself

her, I’d locked myself in

wasn’t

caught the firelight in a desperate attempt to stop thinking about the way

might actually

be part of the act, couldn’t it? If her family had trained her from childhood to play

back the whiskey and immediately

My head grew fuzzier, but the ache in my chest only got

and dark. Ella would be asleep by now, curled up in our bed wearing one of those silk nightgowns that drove