The sickened luna’s last chance

Ella

Election day came sooner than I anticipated. On the morning of, I woke to find Alexander already out of bed and nowhere to be found. I discovered through Lilith, as I scarfed down a plate of toast and eggs, that he had left at the crack of dawn to handle last–minute meetings and preparations.

“Do you think he’s going to win?” I asked around a mouthful of eggs as Lilith sipped her coffee across from me.

She shot me a look. “Do you think he’s going to win?”

“You’re deflecting,” I chuckled.

Lilith sighed, then nodded. “I think he has a very good chance. Thanks to you.”

Right. Thanks to me. Not the baby I was carrying in my belly. “Sometimes, I think the growing bump gave him a little push.”

“In more ways than one,” Lilith commented.

My brows shot up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t think he’s been acting differently?” Lilith asked. “He certainly seems to be looking at you in a new light.”

I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my face at her words. It was true; things felt… different between us lately. Even now, days after the picnic, I could still picture the look on his face when he felt our kicking. He’d looking almost… loving.

But of course, there was the matter of the contract. We hadn’t had a chance to talk about it since that night, seeing as how busy he was preparing for the election, but the last conversation we had was nothing short of confusing.

Alexander had said that he wanted to extend the contract to include the first eighteen years of our child’s life. And yet, when I asked if he really intended to have a fake relationship for that long, I could have sworn I saw something almost hesitant in his gaze.

I didn’t want to read too much into it, but it was easier said than done.

I needed a distraction.

Pushing away from the table, I said, “Let’s bake a cake.”

Lilith looked surprised, but she wasn’t the type to pass up the opportunity to bake something. For the next few hours, we worked side by side, measuring ingredients and mixing batter. The familiar rhythm of baking was soothing.

“You know,” Lilith said as she greased the cake pans, “I really haven’t seen Alexander smile as much as

he has lately.”

chips into the batter.

sure that’s

just don’t want to get my hopes up too much, alright? So

“Very wise of you.”

made us both jump. I turned to find him leaning against the frame, arms crossed, watching us with that usual

me?” I set down the

your hopes up. About Alexander, I mean.” Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t want to mistake political

I’d endured years of Gabriel’s nonsense, and

without even meaning to. “You seem to have some kind of problem

as he had that one time in the alleyway. But my wolf wasn’t dormant anymore,

deserve him,” he finally grit out. “You’ve never deserved him, and everyone

it.”

“Was that so hard? Now everyone knows exactly what kind

Behind me, Lilith made a

I’m loyal to this pack,”

we’re calling it

respond, but

to sneer at me.

the kitchen. Only once he was

said after a

me since the day I’d married Alexander, and his bitter comments weren’t anything new. If anything,

into the oven.

gathered in the living room.

joined us

a soft sweater and jeans. The chocolate cake Lilith

for the

couch, his leg bouncing as the

I could feel the tension radiating through

and touched

slightly, then looked down at our joined hands

to show just how shocked I was that he hadn’t

“I think you’ll win.”