The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 369

**TITLE: The Perfect 369**

**Ella’s POV**

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, it painted the world in hues of gold and amber. But within the pack, a tempest was brewing, fueled by the fervent whispers that raced through the air like a wildfire. News of Alexander’s confrontation with Sophia spread rapidly, igniting a fervor that seemed to electrify the very atmosphere around us. By the time breakfast was served, the incident had eclipsed all other topics, reverberating through the pack like a relentless drumbeat that refused to fade.

“Did you hear the news?” a voice chimed in, brimming with excitement that was almost palpable.

“Of course! Isn’t it just incredible?” came the enthusiastic reply, eyes sparkling with the thrill of the unfolding drama.

“I was there! I overheard every word! He was so furious, so determined!” a third voice interjected, practically bouncing on her heels, her excitement infectious.

“Ugh… So romantic!” sighed yet another, a dreamy expression overtaking her features as she lost herself in the fantasy of it all.

I had missed the theatrical scene myself; instead, I had spent the night before comforting Anya, scrubbing away the remnants of dark paint that had splattered across her floor. But the whispers were enough to paint a vivid picture in my mind—Alexander had finally stood up to Sophia, and this confrontation was not merely about her recent misdeeds.

It seemed that a mild truth serum had loosened Sophia’s tongue, drawing forth confessions that Alexander had never expected. She had not only admitted to her jealousy-fueled attempts to sabotage Anya but had also revealed her collusion with Gabriel. The fabricated evidence she had crafted to portray me as a spy was merely the tip of the iceberg. Most shockingly, she had confessed to allowing me to perish during childbirth, a revelation that sent shivers down my spine.

Sophia had possessed the means to save me. She had held the very medicine that could have kept me alive, yet in a moment of selfishness, she had withheld it. She had allowed me to succumb to the curse, whether she fully understood its implications or not. In a cruel twist of fate, she had cradled my son in her arms, allowing him to enter the world without a mother, all because she desired my husband for herself.

If it weren’t for the curse, I would have remained truly dead, and Sophia would be blissfully unaware of my survival—at least for now.

Oh, how delightful it would be to one day reveal my truth to the world! To look into her eyes and declare that her cruel machinations had not succeeded in erasing me. If I were to stoop to her level, I might even consider telling her now, just to witness the devastation on her face. But I refused to lower myself to her standards.

Unsurprisingly, this entire ordeal only fueled my determination to break the curse once and for all. Perhaps my desire for vengeance wasn’t the healthiest motivation, but it certainly rekindled a flicker of hope in my heart that I had thought extinguished.

“You heard the news?” I overheard one of the Omega servants asking another later that afternoon in the banquet hall while we dusted the furniture. Even though Alexander was aware of my true identity, I continued to perform my Omega duties. It was a clever way to keep suspicions at bay, and honestly, I had grown fond of the tasks.

The other Omega giggled in response, her voice light and airy. “Of course! Who hasn’t?”

“It’s so romantic,” another girl sighed, her voice laced with a dreamy quality. “Finally, Alpha Alexander avenged Luna Ella’s death… He must still love her deeply, even now.”

Suppressing a snort, I couldn’t help but think how naive they were. They had no inkling of the truth.

“As he should! She was a wonderful Luna, and she deserved so much better! And that poor little boy… he will grow up without a mother because of Sophia’s schemes. I hope she rots for what she did,” one of the girls chimed in, her voice filled with righteous indignation.

As murmurs of agreement rippled through the room, I felt a flicker of warmth at the kind sentiments swirling around the pack that morning. It was a strange comfort to know that everyone seemed united in their belief that Sophia had received her due punishment, that I had not deserved the fate that had befallen me, and that Alexander had honored my memory by finally putting an end to Sophia’s deceptions.

Even Sophia’s parents had been unable to sway Alexander from his decision. He had already sentenced her to six months in Ashclaw prison without the possibility of parole, followed by three years of community service and probation. Many felt that such a sentence was far too lenient.

“Oh, you’re all just saying that because she’s dead,” someone remarked, waving a feather duster around. “None of you liked her very much when she was alive. Rebecca, I distinctly recall you saying that all she did was mope.”

My hands froze as I adjusted the table linens. He spoke the bitter truth; even as I heard the kind words being said about me, a small voice in the back of my mind questioned whether they were merely expressing sympathy because I was no longer among the living.

Moments later, the warriors marched through the door, Gabriel sandwiched between them. His head hung low, and he didn’t dare look up at me as they dragged him past.

But then, I felt a stirring in my pocket. Something… vibrating.

My breath caught in my throat like a shard of glass as I slipped my hand into my pocket and felt the talisman buzzing with energy. It faded the instant he was gone, filling me with a sense of certainty.

Gabriel was ensnared by black magic.

**Conclusion**

As the dust settled from the chaos of revelations and emotional upheaval, I found myself standing at a crossroads of identity and purpose. The whispers of the pack, once a source of doubt and despair, now wrapped around me like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of hope that had long been extinguished. The truth about my past had begun to unravel, revealing the layers of betrayal and sacrifice that had defined my existence. While Sophia’s cruel machinations had cast a shadow over my life, the community’s newfound acknowledgment of my worth as their Luna filled me with an unexpected strength. I was no longer just a ghost haunting the edges of their memories; I was a woman reborn, ready to reclaim my place, not just in their hearts, but in my own life.

Yet, even as hope blossomed within me, the weight of my past lingered like a specter, reminding me of the complexities of love and loyalty that intertwined with my journey. The impending confrontation with Gabriel, now entangled in dark magic, hinted at challenges yet to come. I felt the pull of vengeance and justice, but I also sensed the delicate balance between wrath and compassion. As I prepared to face the trials ahead, I resolved to break the curse that had bound me and, in doing so, to redefine what it meant to be a Luna. With Alexander by my side and the strength of the pack behind me, I was ready to embrace my destiny, not as a mere shadow of my former self, but as a fierce and unyielding force determined to carve out a future filled with love, redemption, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the next chapter of *The Perfect 369*, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Ella grapples with the implications of Gabriel’s capture and the dark magic that seems to bind him. With the revelation that Gabriel is ensnared by black magic, the stakes have never been higher. Ella’s determination to break the curse will be tested as she navigates the treacherous waters of loyalty and betrayal within the pack. Will she uncover the truth behind Gabriel’s actions, or will the shadows of the past cloud her judgment? The chapter promises to delve deeper into the intricacies of Ella’s relationships, particularly with Alexander, as they confront the lingering threat of Sophia’s machinations.

Moreover, the chapter will likely explore the emotional turmoil Ella experiences as she contemplates her identity as the Luna. With whispers of her past echoing through the pack, she must decide whether to embrace the legacy of her former self or forge a new path free from the constraints of her previous life. The tension between her desire for vengeance and her longing for acceptance will create a gripping internal conflict. As Ella’s powers begin to awaken, the reader will be left wondering how she will harness this newfound strength. Will she rise to the challenge and reclaim her position, or will the weight of her past drag her down? The next chapter holds the promise of revelations, confrontations, and the potential for an explosive climax that could change everything.