The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 352

**TITLE: The Perfect 352**

**Chapter 352**

**Ella’s POV**

The revelation hung in the air, heavy and ominous, like the tolling of a bell marking the end of days.

In a moment of sheer panic, I had revealed my true name to Alexander—my authentic identity. In doing so, I had potentially sealed his fate, condemning him to a destiny reminiscent of Liam’s, or perhaps something even more dreadful. It was a fate that might be avoided if the artifacts were indeed hidden in that bunker… But what if they were not there at all?

As the stunned silence enveloped us, my heart raced, a chaotic symphony of emotions crashing within me. Fear gripped my chest, joy flickered like a distant star, longing twisted my insides, and regret weighed heavily on my shoulders. Each feeling wrapped around me like a shroud, battling for dominance in a tumultuous dance.

I longed to throw my arms around Alexander, to feel the warmth of his embrace, to celebrate our reunion after all this time.

Yet, an equally powerful urge gnawed at me—the need to sprint into that bunker and set those cursed artifacts ablaze, to prevent the dark fate from snatching him away from me.

Meanwhile, Alexander stood before me, frozen in shock, disbelief etched across his features.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he took a step back, distancing himself from me.

“You’re Ella. My Ella.” His voice dripped with disdain as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “You don’t honestly expect me to believe that, do you? How low must you be to use my deceased wife’s name for your own selfish purposes?”

“It’s… It’s true,” I implored, taking a tentative step closer, my hands falling helplessly to my sides. “I am Ella, Alexander. And Lilith… Lilith is my mother, who has passed away.”

His gaze darted between the two of us, disbelief clouding his green eyes.

“We are ensnared by a generational curse that forces the women in our family to be reborn. Somewhere in our lineage, a necromancer raised someone from the dead—”

“That’s absurd,” he interrupted, scoffing at my words.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with shock, and I held his gaze, determined not to falter. I attempted to send him an image through our bond, but it was abruptly cut off from his end. He was shielding himself, yet I sensed the faintest flicker of vulnerability, as if his mental defenses were beginning to crack.

“I’ve never shared that with anyone,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” I replied, nodding earnestly. “It’s just between us.”

For what felt like an eternity, Alexander’s gaze bore into mine. Another heavy silence enveloped us, but this one was tinged with a burgeoning hope, a flicker of light igniting in the depths of my chest.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, as if terrified of what he might unleash, Alexander raised his hand. It hovered beside my face, trembling slightly, his green eyes searching my silver ones for reassurance.

I nodded silently, tears welling in my eyes, blurring my vision.

With a gentleness that belied the storm of emotions swirling within him, Alexander cupped my face in his hands and drew me closer. The kiss he pressed to my lips was tentative at first, a whisper of connection, but it quickly ignited into a blaze of desire, infused with hope, heartache, longing, and all the myriad emotions he had been holding at bay for what felt like an eternity.