The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 335

Sophia’s Perspective

“I just can’t wrap my head around how he could choose that nobody Omega over me,” Sophia muttered bitterly, her fingers tightening their grip around the stem of her glass. “I’ve been here, waiting for him since we were kids—and what do I have to show for it? Nothing but public humiliation.”

She downed the last of her martini in one swift gulp and snapped her fingers at the bartender for another. Even in her slightly inebriated state, she caught the uneasy glances exchanged among her so-called friends. They had only stuck around after the Luma Trial because they figured associating with her would boost their own miserable reputations.

But Sophia was using them just as much. Alex barely spent any real time with her anymore, and she couldn’t possibly show up on the full moon alone. That would make her look desperate, pitiful even.

Which, truth be told, she was.

But no one else needed to see that vulnerability. So she’d invited these girls out, lying about the destination—a simple diner—to keep them from dressing up. Meanwhile, she had slipped into her tightest dress and her highest heels, ready to turn heads.

It wasn’t that Sophia wanted to be with anyone else tonight. Not really. But it had been far too long since she’d felt the warmth of a man’s touch, and Gabriel wasn’t answering his calls. She needed to get drunk, to feel something—anything—before she lost her mind completely.

Miranda, one of the girls, reached out hesitantly and brushed Sophia’s arm.

“It’s okay, Soph. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You’ll find someone who—”

“Who what?” Sophia snapped, slapping Miranda’s hand away so sharply the girl winced. “Someone who actually wants me?”

Her friends exchanged uncertain looks again, clearly at a loss for words. Sophia curled her lip in disdain and grabbed her fresh drink from the bartender without even sparing him a glance.

“Plenty of men want me,” she said, taking a long, deliberate sip. It was her third dirty martini of the night, yet she still wasn’t drunk enough to consider sleeping with any of the men around her. “It’s me who doesn’t want them. Just look around.”

Without hesitation, Sophia sprang to her feet, setting her glass down with a soft clink. She began adjusting her hair, smoothing it back with practiced fingers. “How do I look?” she asked her friends, flashing them a determined smile. “He’s here tonight, which means he’s not truly happy with that Omega slut. I’m going over there.”

Her friends turned pale, their eyes flickering nervously over Sophia’s shoulder. When she finally turned to look, her heart sank.

Alex wasn’t alone.

He was with her.

The nanny.

Sophia’s mind raced. Stella—that was her name. Stella. Like a carbon copy of Ella, not just in looks but in name too. The thought twisted the knife deeper.