The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 391

**TITLE: The Perfect 391**

**Alexander’s POV**

Betrayal coursed through me like ice water, chilling my very core.

Helen and John, whether they fully comprehended the weight of their commitment to Margaret or not, it was irrelevant now. What truly mattered was that they had chosen to assist her in keeping me away from Ella—my mate, my other half.

This was dire. Utterly catastrophic.

The signs of my distress were beginning to manifest, a tumultuous wave of dizziness and nausea crashing over me, a direct consequence of the evening’s earlier excitement. Yet, I knew I had to push through, to overcome this physical turmoil. I had to reach Ella before it was too late—before Margaret decided to strike back.

The medics swarmed around me, their hands attempting to restrain me to the bed, but I summoned the last remnants of my strength, shoving them away with a force that surprised even me. My wolf stirred within, a flicker of power igniting, though it felt diminished, as if it had been drained.

“Alpha Alexander!” one of the medics gasped, stumbling back in shock as I propelled myself upright. “Sir, you’re not well—you really need to rest!”

“I’m perfectly fine. I need to return to the gala. Right now.”

The medics exchanged glances filled with uncertainty. “But we’ve been instructed not to let you do that,” one of them insisted firmly. “You could be contagious, and we can’t risk the health of the other guests.”

“I assure you, I’m not contagious. This isn’t tuberculosis.”

“Not tuberculosis?” The medics shared another bewildered look. “But we heard—”

“I know what you heard, but it’s a complete fabrication. What I’m dealing with is something entirely different, something I can’t disclose to you, and the only way to remedy it is by returning to that gala.”

With that, I attempted to push past them. Yet, a formidable figure—a large male with an imposing demeanor—blocked my path once more.

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