The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 387

**The Perfect 387**

**Chapter 387**

**Alexander’s POV**

“Are you alright?” The anxious voices of Margaret, Brian, and Richard swirled around me, their expressions a mix of worry and disbelief. I had managed to pull off a performance far more dramatic than I had anticipated—much more dramatic.

The crowd that had gathered around our table was growing, a sea of curious faces, some of which were brandishing their phones, eager to capture this unexpected spectacle. There I was, the formidable Alpha King, reduced to a trembling, coughing mess on the floor.

Little did they know, the “blood” that had erupted from my clenched fist was nothing more than a cleverly concealed capsule filled with red food coloring and corn syrup.

Perhaps I was indeed on the brink of death, but not in the way they imagined.

Just moments earlier, I had caught sight of Anya and Ella slipping away under the pretense of adjusting Anya’s dress. Everything was unfolding according to my carefully laid plan; all I needed to do was keep Ella’s family distracted for a few more minutes.

“Alexander? Are you really okay?” Richard’s voice cut through my thoughts as he placed a reassuring hand on my elbow. I nodded, still gasping for breath, and allowed him to help me rise. Leaning heavily against the table, I coughed once more, this time for dramatic effect.

“Yes, I’m…” I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged. “I’m perfectly fine. Just a minor coughing fit. Nothing to worry about.”

Margaret narrowed her eyes, suspicion etched across her features. “A minor coughing fit? You’ve got blood all over your collar.”

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