The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 336

The music pulsed through the crowded club as Sophia’s eyes locked onto the scene that made her heart twist with a fierce, burning ache. There, on the dance floor, Alex and Stella moved together in a way that spoke of more than just rhythm. Their bodies pressed tightly, their lips locked in a passionate, almost desperate kiss that seemed to drown out everything else around them.

Sophia’s blood boiled, hotter than the deepest fires of hell itself. How had she missed this? When Alex had uttered Stella’s name during the ceremony, it should have been a glaring warning—a sign that his heart belonged elsewhere. Now, the truth was undeniable: Alex’s feelings were not for her but for the woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to his late wife.

It all made sense now. No wonder Alex hadn’t chosen Sophia. His heart was tangled in memories and emotions tied to Stella, who looked so much like Ella, his deceased wife. Sophia’s mind raced, convinced that Stella was deliberately using this resemblance to manipulate Alex, to worm her way back into his life and bed. Watching them exchange such an intimate kiss right in the middle of the dance floor, Sophia’s suspicions felt all but confirmed.

She had to protect Alex from this dangerous enchantress. He was blinded by grief, unable to see that Stella was nothing but a shadow, a cruel reminder of someone he had lost. But Sophia believed she could be the light that pulled him out of that darkness. She could help him heal, show him what real love looked like—her love.

And if she succeeded, then finally, after all these years of longing and heartbreak, Sophia could have what she had always dreamed of: Alex’s heart, fully and completely.

Her hands trembled slightly as she slipped her phone from her pocket and quickly captured several photos of the two lovers entwined. A cold, victorious smile spread across her lips as she turned back to her friends, masking her turmoil with a facade of cruel delight.

“Well, that was an interesting night,” she said smoothly, sliding her phone back into her purse. “You three can cover the bill, right? I have to run.”

Her friends stared at her, mouths agape in surprise, but Sophia paid them no mind. She pivoted sharply on her heel and strode out of the club, a new plan already forming clearly in her mind.

The next morning, Sophia woke early, the same triumphant smile still curling her lips. The first order of business was clear: she needed to deal with Anya—the Omega nobody, the obstacle standing between her and Alex. Removing Anya from the equation would be simple once she managed to turn her against Alex.

Driving straight to the Alpha estate, Sophia knew Alex was likely out for the day; his car was nowhere in sight when she arrived. She slipped inside through the side door and found Anya alone in the parlor, absorbed in selecting fabric swatches for the upcoming wedding.

Sophia let out a soft sigh, her voice low and steady. “I saw them last night. Alex is cheating on you, Anya. He’s already disrespecting your marriage before it even begins.”

Anya’s large, stunning green eyes filled with tears, the pain evident in their shimmering depths. Sophia felt a cold satisfaction watching those tears fall—her mission was working.

Soon, Anya and Alex’s engagement would be nothing but a broken promise. And Alexander couldn’t possibly marry the nanny who would be forever stained as his secret lover, could he?

No, soon Alex would have no choice but to turn back to the one constant in his life—the one who had stood by him through every hardship and joy, richer or poorer, better or worse.

Sophia.