The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 379

**Chapter 379**

**Alexander’s POV**

As the first light of dawn broke, casting a soft glow over the landscape, I found myself standing before the imposing gates of a house I had sworn never to set foot in again. The Oxford family estate loomed ahead, a monument to wealth and extravagance, just as vivid in my memory as it was in reality. The gardens sprawled out like a vibrant tapestry, every flower meticulously arranged, while the freshly laid driveway showcased a fleet of luxurious sports cars, each one a testament to their ostentatious lifestyle. The marble pillars, tall and proud, framed the grand entrance, the wooden door standing like a sentinel guarding the secrets hidden within.

With each step I took toward the entrance, a knot of tension tightened in my chest. This was the last place I wanted to be. Ever since Sophia’s betrayal had shattered my trust, I had envisioned a life devoid of any ties to her family. The mere thought of facing them again churned my stomach with a mixture of dread and simmering anger.

Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, Sophia’s selfish decisions might just provide me with a sliver of leverage in this precarious situation. If her parents believed they owed me for their daughter’s misdeeds, perhaps they would be compelled to comply with my requests, no questions asked.

With a heavy heart, I swallowed my pride and rapped my knuckles against the imposing front door.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a butler in a crisp uniform. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing me, but he quickly masked his surprise with a practiced composure, stepping aside with a deep bow and gesturing for me to enter.

“Alpha King. Please, do come in. I presume you are here to see the Alpha and Luna?” he inquired, his tone formal yet laced with an undercurrent of astonishment.

“Yes,” I replied curtly, shoving my hands deep into my pockets as I stepped inside. “Are they home?”

“Indeed, they were just enjoying their tea in the drawing room. I’m sure they will be most pleased to see you. Right this way, please,” he said, leading me through the opulent corridors of the estate.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but glance at the familiar portraits and extravagant artwork that adorned the walls. The Oxfords had always possessed an eye for the finer things in life, although their taste often veered into the realm of excess. I had to begrudgingly acknowledge that their aesthetic choices were impressive, even if they had contributed to raising a daughter who had turned out to be utterly spoiled. Spoiled enough to manipulate and betray, leading to the tragic demise of another woman—all for the sake of her own desires, which had once included me.

Finally, we reached the imposing double doors that led into the drawing room, a space I had entered countless times over the years. The butler pushed the doors open, allowing me to step inside. Sophia’s parents were poised around the coffee table, tea cups in hand, their expressions shifting from surprise to apprehension as they spotted me.

Her eagerness was almost comical, yet it served to remind me of the power I held in this moment.

As I sat across from Sophia’s parents, the weight of the past pressed heavily upon my shoulders, yet a flicker of resolve ignited within me. This meeting, fraught with tension and unspoken accusations, was not merely about securing a favor; it was about reclaiming the dignity that had been stripped away by Sophia’s betrayal. I had come to confront the very roots of my pain, to wield the leverage her actions had inadvertently granted me. The power dynamics had shifted, and for the first time, I felt a sense of control over my own narrative. Their desperate expressions, a blend of hope and fear, underscored the gravity of my proposition, reminding me that I was no longer just a pawn in their game, but a player with a stake in the outcome.

In that moment, as I laid out my terms, I felt the shackles of my past begin to loosen. The anger that had once consumed me now transformed into a steely determination. I was not here to seek vengeance but to ensure accountability, to make sure that Sophia’s actions had consequences that rippled beyond her immediate circle. As I watched the realization dawn on her parents, I understood that this was not just about Sophia; it was about standing up for those who had suffered because of her choices. I was reclaiming my power, not just for myself, but for the memory of the woman who had paid the ultimate price for Sophia’s selfishness. In the heart of their opulent home, I was finally ready to forge a new path, one that would lead me away from the shadows of betrayal and into the light of resolution and strength.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**

As the tension thickens in the drawing room, readers can brace themselves for a riveting exchange between Alexander and Sophia’s parents. With the power dynamics firmly in his favor, Alexander is poised to lay out his proposition, one that could either seal Sophia’s fate or grant her a glimmer of hope. The stakes are high, and the Oxfords’ desperation will undoubtedly lead to a series of unexpected revelations and emotional confrontations. Will they be willing to make the sacrifices Alexander demands, or will their pride lead to further complications?

Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into Alexander’s internal struggle. As he grapples with the weight of his decision, the reader will be taken on a journey through his conflicting emotions—his anger toward Sophia, the lingering affection he might still harbor, and the moral quandary of wielding power over her fate. With every word exchanged, the tension will escalate, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to uncover the lengths to which the Oxfords will go to protect their daughter. Will Alexander find a resolution that satisfies his need for justice, or will he be drawn back into the web of familial ties and betrayals that he thought he had escaped? The next chapter promises to unravel these complexities in a gripping manner.