The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 401

**The Perfect 401**

**Alexander’s POV**

In the dimly lit corner of my room, a figure loomed, a specter that seemed to devour the very light around him, casting an unsettling shadow over everything.

Watching.

I had never seen this man before, and if I had, I was certain he would have burned into my memory. His hair, a deep, inky black, cascaded down to his shoulders like a dark waterfall, framing a face that was both haunting and grotesque. But it was his eyes that truly unsettled me; they were not merely dark—they were like an abyss, a void that consumed all light, leaving behind an unsettling emptiness that sent chills racing down my spine.

And then, there was his mouth…

When he opened it, a foul, viscous liquid oozed forth, trailing down his chin and soaking into the rags that barely constituted a shirt. It pooled on the floor, forming a grotesque puddle at his feet, and I felt bile rise in my throat at the sight.

This man was unlike any being I had ever encountered. He felt otherworldly, as if he had stepped through a crack in reality itself. I couldn’t articulate the horror I was witnessing, but one thing was crystal clear: he did not belong here.

Especially not in my room. Not when I was on the brink of sharing an intimate moment with Ella, the woman I loved.

The moment I caught sight of him towering over the bed, my instincts kicked in. It didn’t matter whether he was human, demon, or some other nightmarish entity. My singular focus was on protecting Ella.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I seized the knife from my bedside table, my heart pounding in my chest. I scrambled to the edge of the bed, dropping to my knees, and brandished the blade, its steel glinting ominously in the dim light.

“Get out!”

The command erupted from my throat like a primal roar, causing Ella to scream, her hands instinctively shielding her face, her fear palpable in the air. Yet, the man remained unfazed, his gaze fixed upon me with those soulless, blackened eyes. I swore I could feel his stare piercing through me, sending a shiver coursing through my body as a bone-chilling cold enveloped the room.

“Alexander!” Ella cried out, her voice laced with panic. She leaped to her feet, darting across the room, huddling into the corner, her body trembling uncontrollably. “What are you doing? STOP!”

I blinked, momentarily caught between her fear and the looming figure before me. When I turned back to confront him, he had vanished into thin air.

I blinked again, and then a third time, rubbing my eyes with my free hand as if that simple act would clear the vision from my mind.

There was no one in the room. No black-eyed specter draped in rags. Just me, bare and seething with confusion, and Ella, crouched in the corner, her eyes wide, reflecting pure terror.

What on earth just happened?

I couldn’t afford to hesitate. The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I dropped the knife, rushing toward Ella. She let out a small squeak of fright, pressing herself further into the corner, but she didn’t resist as I enveloped her in my arms.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you,” I whispered, holding her tightly against me. “I swear, I wasn’t going to hurt you—it’s just…”

“Just what?” Ella pulled back slightly, her gaze searching mine, desperately trying to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded. The fear in her eyes pierced my heart, a painful reminder of everything we had endured together. If only we still shared that bond, I could have comforted her effortlessly, but I pushed that thought aside, focusing on the present. “Alexander, what the hell was that?”

My throat tightened as I glanced back at the empty space where the man had stood. Nothing remained—not even a trace of that vile liquid.

No one had ever been there.

A shudder coursed through me at the realization. My mind was playing cruel tricks on me, a twisted game of exhaustion mingled with the grief of losing the bond Ella and I once cherished. My wolf was restless, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, fear, and anger over the severing of that once-familiar connection.

That had to be it. Just fatigue and sorrow. Surely, my mind wasn’t unraveling this time… right?

“Alexander?” Ella’s hand rested gently against my chest, grounding me in her warmth. “Alexander, talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

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