The sickened luna’s last chance

Alexander & Sophia

Alexander

I couldn’t sleep that night. The banquet had ended hours ago, but I was still in my office, nursing my third glass of bourbon. Maybe my fourth. I’d lost count by the time my head had grown fuzzy and the room had begun to spin.

Even still, I kept drinking long after I probably should have stopped. Dawn wasn’t far off, and yet my night was far from over.

Because Ella was dead. She was fucking dead, and I was hosting a Luna Trial to replace her like she’d never mattered at all.

The tug I’d felt on the mate bond earlier had nearly killed me. For one stupid moment, I’d thought… I’d thought that maybe she was alive somehow. Maybe there had been some mistake. Maybe she was coming back to me, spy

or not.

But it was just the nanny. Just some rogue who looked like my dead wife.

I had to go and fucking announce the

suddenly said from the other side of the room. When she’d invited herself to drink with me, I’d been too lonely and exhausted to say no even though I

not thinking about anyone,” I replied, taking another

Sophia stood and walked toward me, extending her hand. “Come on. Dance with me, Alex. Like we used

I was too drunk to resist at first, so she managed to pull me into a stumbling waltz for a few long moments before I finally managed to push myself away from her

back, you know. And she was a spy. You saw the

knew both of those things, but it didn’t make the

bond will subdue the pain of the broken one that fate gave you. Besides, you never really wanted her, did

have. Even when I found out she’d signed that contract with her father, I still wanted her. Because I had begun

not bothering to hide the bitterness

arm. I hadn’t realized how close she was standing now. “You need someone who understands you. Someone who’s always been there for

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