The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 372

**TITLE: The Perfect 372**

Alexander’s eyes were fixed intently on the talisman, a look of deep concentration etched across his features. The object vibrated softly as I brought it closer to him, hovering just above his chest, where the curse had settled like a dense fog, suffocating his breaths. The talisman, despite its faint hum, remained still, as if it were biding its time, holding back its secrets until the moment was right.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and cautious, as if the very air around us was fragile enough to shatter at any moment.

“Without a doubt,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest under the weight of what I was revealing. I pressed the talisman into his palm, wrapping his fingers around it with a sense of urgency. My gaze flickered around the dimly lit room, nervous about unseen eyes watching our every move. “If you doubt my words, go see for yourself. I swear I felt it pulse when Gabriel walked past me.”

For a fleeting moment, uncertainty clouded Alexander’s expression. I could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, but then, with a determined nod, he said, “Stay here. I’ll be back shortly.” He turned abruptly, striding toward the cells where Gabriel was being held. The faint murmur of voices and the ominous creak of a cell door echoed in the stillness, amplifying the tension that hung in the air.

In his absence, silence enveloped me like a heavy shroud, pressing down on my chest and amplifying my anxiety.

Minutes ticked by like hours until Alexander finally returned, his expression taut and serious. “We shouldn’t discuss this here; people might wonder why I’m conversing with an Omega in the cells. Please, follow me to my office,” he instructed, urgency lacing his words.

The tightness in his features confirmed my deepest fears: the talisman had indeed reacted to Gabriel’s presence. It was becoming increasingly clear that the ex-Beta was entangled in something dark and sinister, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion.

Gabriel was untouched by the curse, wasn’t he? Or was there something even more malevolent at play?

With swift strides, Alexander made his way to his office, and I followed closely behind, trying to maintain the guise of a dutiful servant delivering tea. As I approached his door, I spotted Hunter stationed there, as always, a constant reminder of the barriers that had formed between Alexander and me.

“I’m here to bring the Alpha some tea,” I announced, offering a polite curtsy, but Hunter merely flicked his eyes toward me, unimpressed.

“I’ll take it to him,” he replied curtly, his tone dismissive and cold.

“But—” I started to protest, only to be cut off.

“Let her in, Hunter.” Alexander’s voice pierced through the door, firm and commanding. A wave of bitterness washed over me as I recalled the days when I could enter my mate’s office without a second thought. Those moments felt like a distant memory, slipping through my fingers.

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