The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 178

Ella & Alexander

Ella

The moment our lips touched, the mate bond exploded to life. The kitchen could have lit on fire for all I cared. The world could have imploded and it wouldn’t have meant a thing.

All that mattered was the feeling of Alexander’s mouth moving against mine and the fact that he wasn’t

pulling away yet.

His hand slid from my cheek into my hair, fingers tangling in the strands to tilt my head so he could deepen the kiss. I could taste the garlic and herbs from the pasta on his tongue, could smell his cologne mixed with the kitchen scents, and, Goddess, it was intoxicating.

I pressed closer to him. My hands fisted in his shirt, desperate to feel all of him against me and never let

go.

The stool I’d been sitting on was forgotten as Alexander lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried me the few steps to the kitchen island, then gently set me down on the edge without breaking the kiss for even a second.

We were so close to crossing a line that we couldn’t uncross. So close to giving in completely. So close to repeating the one perfect night we spent together.

“Alpha?”

Gabriel’s flat voice cut through the haze just as Alexander’s hand was brushing across the swell of my belly. Alexander jerked away from me so fast I nearly fell off the counter.

“Gabriel,” Alexander said roughly. “What do you want?”

narrowed on me. “You have a

expression shift from desire to something deeply guarded within moments. The mate bond, which had been humming just moments

at least had the grace to look at

should

and left

domesticity of the evening felt like a cruel joke now. For a few minutes there, I’d actually believed that maybe things between us were

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reality had crashed back in, just like it

for taking risks and living

a car engine starting. I went to the window and watched Alexander’s car disappear down the

come home

Alexander

my office to find Gabriel standing beside my desk. As I suspected, there was no

folder in

tossed the folder onto my desk. “I have more information

snapped the folder open, revealing a photograph of a stocky middle–aged man with a mustache. The picture was grainy and I didn’t recognize

is this?” I asked. My wolf growled in frustration, furious that whatever had been about to happen with Ella had been cut short. And I had no doubt that Gabriel had

who cut the brake lines

backwards, feeling like someone had just stabbed me in the

who had

is he?”