The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 375

**TITLE: The Perfect 375**

**Chapter 375**

**Alexander’s POV**

As the morning sun filtered through the towering trees, casting a golden hue over the pack’s territory, an unsettling chill gripped my heart. Anxiety wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, and the whispers of my illness echoed in the air, a constant reminder of my vulnerability. It seemed the entire pack was abuzz with concern, their furtive glances and hushed conversations a stark indication of my current plight.

This was not the scenario I had envisioned for myself. I had longed to confront my illness in silence, to battle it away from prying eyes. Yet, following my recent hospital visit, the truth had spilled out like ink on a page, and now everyone knew I was unwell. They simply didn’t grasp the full extent of what plagued me.

Even the doctors, who had hastily diagnosed me with tuberculosis, were unaware of the sinister reality lurking beneath the surface. Their worried expressions and furrowed brows signaled a growing concern, yet they remained blissfully ignorant of the true nature of my affliction.

It was no ordinary illness. It was a curse—a dark legacy that had been thrust upon me, one that should never have found its way into my life.

The mere thought of revealing this truth sent icy tendrils of fear racing through me. I could already envision the skepticism in their eyes, the whispers of disbelief. What if my confession led to panic? What if I inadvertently endangered innocent lives? The weight of my responsibilities as Alpha King bore down on me, a heavy burden that I felt ill-equipped to carry. The thought of my actions causing harm to others was a torment I could not bear. And who could say if I would even be alive long enough to confront the consequences of my choices?

The next morning, my advisors summoned me for an urgent meeting, the tone of their voices making it clear that this was not merely a suggestion—it was imperative. Reluctantly, I made my way to the gathering, knowing that I had little choice in the matter.

“You must hold a press conference, Alexander,” Alistair, my lead advisor, announced with an air of authority. His weathered face, marked by years of service, looked more serious than usual, his hair streaked with gray and his expression unyielding. “In fact, I have already scheduled one for this afternoon.”

A press conference. My least favorite task. It felt akin to tossing raw meat to a pack of ravenous wolves, all clamoring for a story to feast upon.

“Considering your… current condition,” Maria, my public relations officer, chimed in, a hint of worry lacing her words as she delicately dabbed her handkerchief to her lips, “the conference will be held right here, just outside the gate. Do you think you can manage that?”

“Of course I can manage! I’m not on my deathbed,” I retorted, attempting to inject humor into the situation, though the laughter that followed felt hollow against the backdrop of their serious expressions. Their eyes darted among each other, clearly unconvinced of my bravado.

I cleared my throat, and they flinched as if anticipating a cough that might betray my condition. But it was just a simple throat clearing, nothing more.

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