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.

to go and fucking announce the

to drink with me, I’d been

thinking about anyone,” I replied,

me, extending her hand. “Come on. Dance with me, Alex. Like we used

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

from behind me. “She’s not coming back, you know. And

it didn’t make

one that fate gave you. Besides, you never really wanted her, did you? It’ll be easy to find someone new. Someone

I should have. Even when I found out she’d signed that contract with her

a week, Sophia,” I finally said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in my

hadn’t realized how close she was standing now. “You need someone who understands you. Someone who’s

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