The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 381

**The Perfect 381**

**Chapter 381**

Ella’s POV

Time slipped through my fingers like sand, two days vanishing quicker than I could have anticipated.

Two days drawing me nearer to the heart-wrenching reality of Liam’s impending death.

Two days spent witnessing my mate’s struggle for breath, his body wracked with coughs that left behind crimson stains on pristine napkins, the stark contrast a painful reminder of his deteriorating condition.

Two days filled with relentless emotional anguish.

Each second felt like an eternity of torment, yet somehow, the hours flew by more swiftly than I could comprehend. Perhaps it was the distraction of Lucien’s jokes, Lilith’s comforting presence, and Anya’s unwavering support that kept me afloat. Or maybe it was the futile hope I clung to as I busied myself with plans for a wedding that loomed like a specter on the horizon, a celebration that might never come to fruition. I found myself selecting flowers and streamers, as if the mere act of planning could somehow alter the grim fate awaiting Alexander.

Or perhaps I was simply lost in a fog ever since I received the devastating news.

Liam’s time was running out, and I could feel the weight of that truth pressing down on my chest.

On Wednesday, the doctor had reached out to Alexander, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation. He had been vigilantly observing Liam’s condition and concluded that there was nothing more they could do. The prognosis was grim: Liam was going to die, and the exact timing was uncertain. All that remained was to ensure his comfort in these final moments.

The thought of not being able to say goodbye was a knife twisting in my heart. There was no way to pull him from the protective coma his wolf had cast around him—he would slip away, unaware, enveloped in a dark void, without the soothing sound of our voices to guide him to peace.

“Hey,” he said, placing a comforting hand on my back. “You can’t be falling apart too. One of us has to hold it together.”

“Must it be me?” I muttered into the pillow, my voice muffled. “I’d gladly trade places with you.”

The moment those words left my lips, I regretted them deeply. A heavy sigh escaped me as I sat up, running my fingers through my disheveled braid. I hadn’t had the energy to care about my appearance lately, and it seemed that no one noticed the Omega nanny trudging around with her hair in disarray and her uniform half-untucked. At least I could attribute my disheveled state to the demands of caring for the baby, rather than the emotional turmoil swirling within me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice softer now. “I didn’t mean that.”

Alexander’s smile was warm and genuine, even though fatigue lingered in his eyes. “I know you didn’t.” He leaned down, allowing droplets of water to fall onto me as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Take a moment to rest. We have a significant night ahead of us.”