The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 380

**The Perfect 380**

**Chapter 380**

“Sophia never meant for anyone to get hurt,” her father interjected, his voice tinged with desperation, as if he were trying to shield her from the storm brewing in the room. “At her core, she’s a good girl. You remember the innocent child she was, the one you played with in the sun—”

“She stood by and let my wife die, John!” I interrupted, my voice rising, the fury spilling forth like a torrent. “She held our son in her arms, and when she had the chance to save his mother, she did nothing. Just stood there, frozen, while my world crumbled around me.” My glare could have sliced through steel, sharp and unyielding.

John’s lips pressed into a thin line, a sound escaping that was akin to a wet slap, betraying his discomfort. Meanwhile, Helen twisted her hands together, her anxiety palpable, radiating through the tension-laden air.

“He’s right, John,” she chimed in, urgency lacing her words. “What Sophia did is beyond forgiveness. We’d be lucky if Alpha Alexander offers us anything at all after this.”

A moment of hesitation flickered across John’s face, his brow furrowing as he weighed the gravity of the situation. Finally, he nodded, albeit reluctantly, as if surrendering to the inevitable. “Very well. What do you suggest we do?”

I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on my chest. “As you know, my dear friend, Alpha Liam is currently in a coma. His condition is critical, and there’s a real possibility he may not pull through.”

“A tragedy,” Helen murmured, her fingers clutching her pearl necklace tightly, as though it were a talisman against the encroaching darkness. “He’s a good man, devoted to the Alpha Council.”

“Indeed.” I glanced between their faces, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. “Therefore, I propose that we host a charity gala in his honor. I want you to hold it here, at your estate, directing all proceeds to the Territorial Cancer Foundation. In exchange, I will…” My stomach churned at the thought, but I pressed on, steeling myself. “I will consider reducing your daughter’s sentence by six months.”

“Three months.” John’s brow knitted together, confusion evident in his eyes. “For a charity gala?”

“Yes.” I clasped my hands over my knee, forcing myself to remain composed. “I know you can manage this. I want the event to take place within forty-eight hours, and I expect everyone who is anyone in the territories to attend.”

John and Helen exchanged bewildered glances, their skepticism palpable. I could sense their uncertainty, prompting me to elaborate further, “Liam was Ella’s closest friend from childhood. Given what Sophia has done, the least you could do is honor both of their memories by facilitating this for me.”

Rising from my seat, I adjusted my suit jacket with a determined tug. “Can this be accomplished?” I asked, my voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil within. “One night of your effort in exchange for six months of your daughter’s freedom?”

“Everything will be fine,” I assured them, turning to make my exit, my resolve hardening. “So long as you both uphold your end of the agreement. I will see you in two days—at the gala.”

**Conclusion**

In the aftermath of the heated confrontation, a fragile truce began to take shape, woven together by the threads of desperation and hope. Alexander’s proposal for the charity gala emerged as a beacon in the darkness, a way to honor the memories of those lost while also offering Sophia a chance at redemption—albeit a small one. As he stepped away from the tense atmosphere of John and Helen’s estate, a sense of determination surged within him. The weight of his own failing health loomed over him like a dark cloud, yet he found solace in the idea that this event could serve a greater purpose, uniting the territories in a moment of shared grief and support. It was a chance to reclaim some semblance of control in a world that had spiraled into chaos.

The gala, now looming on the horizon, would not only be a test of Alexander’s resolve but also a pivotal moment for the community. As he envisioned the guests mingling, laughter intertwining with the somber tones of remembrance, he realized that this gathering could catalyze healing—not just for the families affected by the tragedy but for himself as well. With each step toward his home, he felt the flicker of hope igniting within him, a reminder that even in the face of despair, there was the potential for connection and forgiveness. As he prepared for the challenges ahead, Alexander understood that while the scars of the past would never fully fade, the future held the promise of new beginnings, and perhaps, in that fragile light, he could find a way to mend the broken pieces of his heart.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

As the countdown to the charity gala begins, tensions rise and secrets simmer just beneath the surface. Alexander’s precarious health poses a looming threat, and with the Alpha family of Stormhollow expected to attend, the stakes have never been higher. What hidden agendas will unfold as the elite gather under one roof? The gala promises to be a spectacle, but it’s clear that not everyone is there to celebrate. Will Alexander be able to maintain his composure amidst the brewing storm of emotions and unresolved conflicts?

Meanwhile, Sophia’s fate hangs in the balance, and the pressure on John and Helen intensifies as they scramble to pull off a flawless event. Will they be able to convince the prominent figures of the territories to support their cause, or will their past sins overshadow their efforts? As whispers of betrayal and revenge echo through the halls of the estate, readers can expect shocking revelations and unexpected alliances that will reshape the dynamics of power. The night of the gala could either be a turning point for redemption or a catalyst for chaos—one thing is certain, nothing will be as it seems.