The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 407

**TITLE: The Perfect 407**

**Ella’s POV**

What unfolded after I forcefully kicked that door down felt like a chaotic whirlwind, a series of fragmented images that I struggled to piece together. I couldn’t articulate what had happened, even if I desperately wanted to. One fleeting moment, I found myself standing in the dimly lit hallway, and in the very next heartbeat, I was hurtling across the room with a speed I didn’t know I possessed. And then, before I could fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, I was enveloping a sobbing Lucien in my arms, his tiny body shaking against me, while Alexander knelt on the floor beside the open window, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a blend of fear and anger as I pressed Lucien’s head against my chest, trying to shield him from the turmoil that was unfolding. “You could have killed yourself—and our son!”

Alexander’s eyes, once filled with determination, were now clouded and unfocused. He blinked slowly, as if awakening from a deep slumber, and began to absorb the reality around him. He glanced from me to Lucien, then to the open window through which he had almost leapt, and finally to Hunter, Anya, and Lilith, who rushed in behind me, their faces etched with concern.

As the weight of the situation settled upon him, his expression crumpled, a mask of anguish overtaking his features. His mouth opened and closed in a silent plea for words that would not come, only a strained sound escaping his lips—a raw, heart-wrenching cry of despair. He doubled over, pressing his forehead against the cool hardwood floor, and my heart shattered into pieces at the sight.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “The visions… they’re getting worse. I think I’m going mad, Ella.”

Hunter, Anya, and Lilith exchanged glances, their brows knitted in confusion, before turning their attention back to me, seeking answers in my expression.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I gently handed Lucien over to Lilith, who took him with a look of understanding, and ushered them all out of the room. As they hurried away, I cast a fleeting glance at the splintered wood of the door lying on the carpet—a stark reminder of the primal force a mother’s protective instinct could unleash. But now was not the time to ponder the depths of that power; there were more pressing matters at hand.

Once we were alone, I approached Alexander, my heart heavy with concern. I crouched beside him, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out to touch his shoulder, gently guiding him into a seated position.

We both understood the gravity of the situation, the moment that had propelled me into action when I had seen him through the window, poised to jump. I had witnessed our son, crying, confusion etched on his tiny face, cradled in Alexander’s arms. The sheer terror and hatred that had flickered across Alexander’s features was a sight I would never forget.

He was going to jump. With our son.

To escape me.

“I know it’s not real,” Alexander continued, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the haunting visions from his mind. He grasped at his hair with both hands, burying his head between his knees in a gesture of defeat. “I must be going insane, Ella. I don’t know if it’s the missing mate bond, or simply the stress of everything that has happened, or what, but I know I’m losing my mind. I need to be locked up. Please, you have to lock me up—take me to the cells.”

The mere thought of such a thing sent a jolt of panic through me. Lock him up? Like a criminal? Like he was untrustworthy? The idea twisted my heart into knots, but I could see the desperation in his eyes, the fear that he might truly harm himself or our son.