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 Luna Trial that I never

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 really didn’t

about anyone,” I replied, taking

hand. “Come on. Dance with me, Alex. Like we used to when we

want to, but before I could protest, she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. 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 grip and stagger over to the

not coming back, you know. And she was a spy.

jaw clenched. “I know.” I knew both of those things, but it didn’t make the grief I was

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

want Ella. I wanted Ella more than I should have. Even when I found out she’d signed that contract with her father, I still wanted her. Because I had begun to

Sophia,” I finally said, not bothering to

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

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