The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 368

**The Perfect 368**

I commanded the warriors to usher Sophia straight to my study. The hour was late, and Anya’s piercing screams had disturbed half the household, yet I found myself resolute, unwilling to let Sophia slip away from me once again.

Not this time.

The very thought that she had been pretending to be someone new, someone who had matured and left her treacherous past behind, was infuriating. Yet, here she was, breaking into my home under the cloak of night, tormenting an innocent woman, and attempting to vandalize property?

No. I had reached my breaking point with Sophia. I was determined to unearth the truth before my parents swooped in to play the saviors yet again.

“Place her in that chair,” I directed the warriors, gesturing toward a sturdy wooden chair that stood defiantly across from my desk. They unceremoniously deposited her into the seat, and after a curt nod from me, they removed her restraints. Sophia glared at them with a fierce intensity, rubbing her wrists as if she had been bound for days rather than mere moments.

“Alex, I can explain—” she began, her voice a tumultuous mix of desperation and defiance.

“Indeed, you will explain,” I replied, pulling a chair closer and settling into it, fixing her with a steely gaze. I was painfully aware of my shirtless state, the remnants of the peaceful moment I had shared with Ella now a distant memory. “Now, I demand the truth.”

“I was just pranking her,” Sophia blurted out, her words tumbling forth too hastily, a clear indication of her insincerity. “Just a little light hazing before the wedding, you know? To welcome her into my circle of friends. I wasn’t actually going to ruin her dress.”

“Bullshit,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest. “You just confessed only moments ago that you intended to ruin the dress, and now you’re backpedaling. I want the truth, Sophia.”

At that, her mouth snapped shut, and I could almost hear the frantic whirring of her mind as she scrambled to fabricate another excuse, another lie.

For the next ten minutes, Sophia unleashed every excuse she could muster, grasping at straws to justify her actions. She claimed that Anya was in on it, that it was Anya’s idea to test whether I truly cared for her. She even spun a tale about the dress being stolen from her mother’s closet, insisting she was merely seeking revenge.

Everything, it seemed, except the truth.

“If I may, Alpha,” one of my Gammas interjected, stepping forward with a hint of urgency in his tone. “Omega Lilith suggested she could whip up a minor truth serum.”

I turned to face him, surprise flickering across my features. “Pardon?”

The Gamma sighed, gesturing toward the door. One of the other Gammas opened it, allowing Lilith to enter the room. “I heard there’s been some trouble,” she said, holding up a small vial. “I concocted this truth serum from herbs I gathered from the garden. It’s reputed to have tongue-loosening properties.”

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism mingling with intrigue. At this point, I had endured so much that I found it hard to dismiss the possibility of such a serum. If curses, witches, and dark rituals were real, then why not truth serums?

I extended my hand, accepting the vial from her. One of the Gammas held Sophia’s mouth open as she squirmed, and I poured the liquid onto her tongue.

At first, nothing seemed to happen, just as I had suspected. But then, I watched as Sophia began to shake her head violently, as if trying to dislodge a thought from her mind. Her eyes blinked rapidly, and when they met mine again, they appeared clouded, as if she were battling against an unseen force.

“No… No, I won’t say it…” she whispered, her fingers tangling in her hair as panic set in.

With a surge of curiosity, I leaned in closer. “Sophia, why were you really here tonight?” I pressed gently, my voice steady.

She hesitated, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edges of her chair. Finally, the truth spilled forth, “I… I’m jealous. You were supposed to marry me, not that Omega bitch. You’re mine.”

“Is that so?” I replied, casting a glance at Lilith, genuinely impressed by her concoction, before returning my focus to Sophia.

She nodded, her face contorting with the effort of suppressing the truth. “I wanted to sabotage her just like I sabotaged Ella.”

The mere mention of Ella’s name ignited a fire within me.

“How dare you speak of her,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.

Sophia’s hands clutched at her hair, her teeth grinding together. “But it’s true. I sabotaged her right up until the very end.”

“The very end.” My mind raced, an implication striking me with the force of a thunderclap. “Did you fabricate the evidence I found?”

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