The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 310

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Chapter 310

“Just… be careful,” I finally whispered. “Please be careful.”

“I will.”

We finished the dance in silence after that. When the song ended, Liam squeezed my hand once before disappearing back into the crowd. I watched him go, wondering if that would be the last time I saw him upright and functioning.

The thought made my eyes burn, but I blinked the tears away before anyone could see.

I needed a moment to compose myself after that, so I slipped away from the main ballroom and headed toward the bathroom. The hallway was blessedly quiet and empty.

I pushed open the bathroom door and went straight to the sink, gripping the counter and taking deep breaths. I splashed a little cool water on the insides of my wrists and blinked rapidly to dispel the tears that had begun to form.

Suddenly, the door crashed open behind me.

I gasped and whirled around to find Sophia standing in the doorway, face twisted and ugly with rage. She had a glass of red wine in her hand and a thunderous look in her eyes.

“You absolute whore,” she spat, storming over to me.

“What?”

“Don’t play innocent with me.” Sophia curled her upper lip back in a sneer. “I saw you out there. Dancing with Alpha Liam while the Alpha King is about to make you his bride. Don’t you have any shame?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Of course you know!” Her face was red now, spittle flying as she shouted in my face. “You waltzed into this trial with your big eyes and your pretty face and your uncanny resemblance to Alexander’s dead wife, and you manipulated him into choosing you. Well, you don’t deserve him. You’re just a conniving Omega slut!”

Before I could respond, Sophia drew her arm back and hurled the wine directly at my dress.

I didn’t have time to move. But I didn’t need to.

Anya appeared out of nowhere, throwing herself in front of me just as the wine left Sophia’s hand. The red liquid splashed across Anya’s gown, staining it immediately. Dark crimson spread across the delicate fabric like blood.

“Anya, no-” I grabbed her shoulders, horrified.

Sophia’s mouth fell open in shock. “You stupid little bitch. You’re whores–both of you!” And then her hand connected with Anya’s face. The crack was loud enough to echo through the bathroom.

Anya stumbled back into me, her cheek already turning red where Sophia had struck her. But she didn’t cry. She just lifted her chin and glared at Sophia.

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“You’re pathetic,” Anya said quietly. “And you’re wrong. About everything.‘

Sophia looked like she wanted to hit her again, but instead she just made a huff of disgust and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

I moved to chase after her, intending to wrap my hands around her slender neck and squeeze until her eyes popped, but Anya stopped me.

“Don’t,” she said, straightening. “She’s not worth it.”

“She slapped you!”

“I know.” Anya touched her reddening cheek gingerly and winced. “But once Alexander makes the announcement, she’ll regret everything. Trust me.”

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