The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345

Only after she had left did Alexander finally turn his gaze toward me. His lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words emerged. The pain etched deep within his emerald eyes struck a chord inside me, causing the fragile remnants of my resolve to tremble. I had promised myself before that I would maintain my distance from him, protect my heart, but now…

Without fully understanding how it happened, I found myself rushing forward, a cry of anguish escaping my lips as I threw my arms around him. I pressed my face into the warmth of his chest and let the sobs spill out freely.

At first, I didn’t feel Alexander respond in kind. But then, at some indistinct moment—lost in the fog of my despair—his arms closed around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I leaned into his strength, breathing in his familiar scent, savoring the comfort of his presence.

In those fragile moments, I allowed my control over my wolf to slip away. I let her surge forth, igniting the mate bond between us, sending a silent thrum along that invisible thread. Alexander didn’t respond outwardly, but he didn’t sever the connection either.

When I finally pulled back, my eyes were swollen and red, and his shirt bore the damp stains of my tears. He studied me silently, his throat moving as he swallowed hard, before releasing me and stepping back a pace.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it further in frustration.

“I know,” I whispered in reply.

“No, I don’t think you really do,” Alexander said, fixing me with a look heavy with meaning. “I keep trying to find the words to reject you, to break the bond, but I just can’t. It’s like there’s something between us deeper than the mate bond itself. Hell, I’m even thinking about ending my contract marriage with Anya just to be with you. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

If only he understood the truth.

But deep down, I knew better.

Eventually, the doctor left. I expected Alexander to demand answers now, but instead, his voice was rough with exhaustion as he said, “I need some coffee. Want anything?”

I shook my head, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as he left the room without another word. I sank down into the chair beside Liam’s bed, gripping his hand tightly, my thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over his knuckles until I feared I might wear a hole through his skin.

Somehow, weariness overwhelmed me. Without noticing, I drifted into a light sleep, my head resting gently on the edge of Liam’s bed.