The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 422

**TITLE: The Perfect 422**

**Alexander’s POV**

“Looks like someone is ready for a nap,” Lilith said softly, her voice laced with warmth as she scooped up a fussing Lucien into her arms. She cradled him gently, patting his little back with a soothing rhythm. “I’ll put him down, Alexander.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, rising from my position on the floor, where I had been kneeling, captivated by the sight of Lucien stacking his colorful blocks. A part of me wanted to insist on helping, to be involved in every moment. “I can do it—”

“You should rest,” Lilith replied, offering me a faint smile that barely reached her eyes. “You’ve been with him all day.”

I opened my mouth to argue, to express my desire to be there for my son, but the words caught in my throat. I felt helpless as I watched Lilith carry my son out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

My son. The little boy who filled my heart with so much love—and yet, I was not even allowed to be alone with him these days. The thought twisted painfully in my chest.

As soon as they were gone, a heavy weight settled over me. I sank into the chair behind me, feeling an overwhelming emptiness where joy and purpose should have resided.

I couldn’t even be trusted to be alone with Lucien because of that damned thing lurking in the corner.

It had been there all day, a relentless presence. Its black eyes seemed to bore into me, filled with malice. Those red lips curled into a sneer, revealing jagged teeth that glinted menacingly. It whispered vile thoughts into my ear, each one more horrific than the last.

It craved destruction. It wanted me to harm—to kill. To bring an end to Lucien, to Lilith, and ultimately to myself. It longed for Ella to return home to a scene of utter chaos and bloodshed.

I was resolute in my defiance. I would not let that monster dictate my existence. Even when its cruel whispers drowned out the sound of my son’s innocent laughter, I fought to ignore it, to block it out.

But now, with the silence of the room enveloping me, there was nothing to shield me from the creature’s vile commands. No distractions to mute the horrific words spewing from its blackened mouth like a toxic poison.

“She’s with him again,” it hissed, a taunting edge to its voice.

“And yet you couldn’t even satisfy her last night like she wanted,” the entity sighed, as if it could read my mind. “You ran off like a coward before she even got to experience her release. No wonder she went to him first thing this morning. She needed what you failed to give her.”

“Shut up,” I snapped, turning my gaze to the blood-splattered wall, as if that sight was somehow more bearable than confronting the creature.

Its icy claws trailed down the back of my neck, sending a shiver coursing through me.

“You know it’s true,” it whispered, its voice a chilling caress. “You were so terrified of me last night that you couldn’t even perform. Pathetic. What kind of man is so scared of ghosts that he can’t even—”

“Shut up!” I roared, leaping to my feet in a sudden surge of rage. In my fury, I knocked over the side table beside me, sending teacups and saucers crashing to the floor in a cacophony of shattered porcelain. I swung a punch at the creature, but my fist passed right through it, as if it were nothing more than smoke.

It giggled, a mocking sound that echoed in the room, dissipating into thin air only to reappear on the opposite side. My chest heaved as I stormed after it, fueled by anger—but before I could reach it, it snapped its dark, wet fingers again.

“Ah ah ah!” it chided, amusement lacing its voice. “Calm down, little boy. Otherwise, you might hurt someone.”