The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 400

**TITLE: The Perfect 400**

**Ella’s POV**

As we made our way back to the estate, the chaotic events of the hospital hallway felt like a distant echo, as if they belonged to a life I had only briefly inhabited. My body ached with fatigue, and my mind was a tangled mess of exhaustion and uncertainty. All I truly craved was to sink into the comforting embrace of my bed, enveloped in Alexander’s warmth, and slip into a dreamless slumber, free from the nightmares that had plagued my nights for far too long.

Yet, as we crossed the threshold of the house, a delightful sound sliced through the haze of my thoughts—the sweet, melodic laughter of a baby. It resonated from the adjacent room, accompanied by Anya’s gentle, soothing voice.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I found myself drawn toward that cheerful sound, my weariness momentarily forgotten. There in the drawing room stood Anya, cradling little Lucien in her arms, his tiny body bouncing lightly as he curiously traced his chubby finger along the condensation on the windowpane.

Before announcing my presence, I paused, a warm smile spreading across my face as I took in the heartwarming tableau before me. Lucien’s giggles filled the air, pure and joyous, while Anya whispered sweet nothings to him. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden hue over their skin, making them appear as if they had stepped out of a beautiful painting, a moment frozen in time.

As I took a tentative step forward, the floorboard creaked beneath me, shattering the spell. Anya looked up, her eyes widening with surprise.

“Stella! You’re back!” she exclaimed, carefully setting Lucien down just long enough to rush over and envelop me in a warm embrace that sandwiched the baby between us. He immediately reached for the delicate chain around my neck with his tiny fingers, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted him into my arms, a wave of happiness washing over me like a gentle tide.

Anya pulled back slightly, her expression shifting to one of concern. “How did everything go? I heard there was quite a commotion at the gala, but no details have come out yet…”

I gestured toward the inviting loveseat by the fireplace, a silent invitation to sit. It was time to unburden myself; no more hiding behind a facade. “Sit,” I instructed gently. “There’s so much I need to share with you.”

We settled onto the loveseat together, and I began to bounce Lucien on my lap, his giggles adding to the warmth of the moment. As I recounted everything that had transpired, my story flowed from me like a river, unrestrained and raw. For the first time, I felt the exhilarating freedom to voice my truths, and it was liberating. Anya listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide with shock, not interrupting even once as I poured my heart out.

When I finally concluded my tale, a heavy silence settled over us. I felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach, fearing she might dismiss my revelations as the ramblings of a madwoman. If she did, I would understand; it was a lot to absorb.

At last, she broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “So, you’re… Luna Ella? Not Stella?”

I nodded, suddenly aware that tears had begun to well up in my eyes, remnants of the emotional turmoil I had just shared. I quickly blinked them away, feeling a rush of regret. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I would have if I could.”

Anya reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “It’s okay. I understand why you couldn’t. What matters is that you’re telling me now.”

I shot her a sideways glance, my heart racing. “So you believe me, then? About the rebirth? The curse? About everything?”

My friend nodded vigorously, her expression earnest. “Of course! You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you before, and honestly, it all makes sense now. I understand why you and Alexander had to keep things secret and why your feelings developed so rapidly.”

Her words struck me like a punch to the gut, and I instinctively looked away, my cheeks flushing. Yes, I loved Alexander, but the very thought of that love was a painful reminder of the emptiness gnawing at my heart.

Anya noticed my change in demeanor, leaning forward with concern etched across her face. “What is it?”

“It’s…” I glanced down at Lucien’s fluffy head, biting my lip as I wrestled with my thoughts. I hadn’t yet mentioned the severed bond, and it felt like an insurmountable weight pressing down on me. Finally, I admitted, “I had to sacrifice our mate bond to save Liam.”

Anya’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “All I know is that I was told I had to make a sacrifice to save him. When he died, I would have given anything to bring him back. But then I passed out, and when I woke up, the bond I shared with Alexander was gone.”

Anya inhaled sharply, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Completely gone?”

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