The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 338

If my heart hadn’t already been shattered into countless fragments before, it was undeniably broken now—completely and irreparably. The moment Anya held that picture in her hands, everything changed.

I never imagined she would come across it. In fact, I never even thought such a photo existed. It was supposed to remain hidden, buried deep beneath the neon glare of a nightclub, lost among the shadows of all the other regrettable things that happen in places like that—things best left forgotten, like a nightmare erased upon waking.

Yet here she was, clutching the undeniable proof of a mistake that was far more complicated than a simple lapse in judgment.

A sharp, cold wave of panic surged through my chest, twisting painfully as I considered the consequences this revelation might bring. This wasn’t just a fleeting error caused by the pull of the full moon or the tangled threads of a mate bond that needed to be severed. Anya didn’t know the full story—couldn’t possibly know—but this was only the surface of a far more dangerous truth.

If I wasn’t extremely careful, she could uncover the secret of my curse.

And if that happened, she would be condemned too—just like Liam, the farmer, and all the others who had suffered after learning the truth.

My stomach churned as I gazed at the photo, but I forced my voice to remain steady and calm. “The mate bond overwhelmed us last night because of the full moon, Anya. It was a mistake—nothing more. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Anya looked at me, searching my face as if trying to detect the lie beneath my words. I prayed she couldn’t see through my facade, couldn’t tell that I was bluffing my way through the truth. How could I be certain it wouldn’t happen again? Alexander and I were mates; our connection was unbreakable, stretching beyond even death. As long as we were near each other, the possibility lingered, always threatening to resurface.

She was right. Women in our society were judged far more harshly than men, scrutinized under a microscope that magnified every perceived flaw. Now, Anya was under that same unforgiving gaze.

If this got out—if anyone learned what had really happened—they would blame her. They would say she wasn’t worthy of being Alexander’s wife, that he had truly meant to choose me during the trial. It would shatter her.

And I knew all too well what it felt like to be disrespected and cast aside. I couldn’t bear the thought of the same thing happening to her.

The weight of it all pressed down on me as I realized just how fragile everything had become. Our lives, our futures, were balanced on a knife’s edge. And the slightest misstep could send everything crashing down.