The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 423

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**TITLE: The Perfect 423**

I slowly opened my eyes, a gasp escaping my lips as reality came crashing back. There I stood, just outside the bedroom door, a silent witness to the peaceful slumber of Lucien. Inside, Lillith’s soft, melodic hum wrapped around my son like a warm blanket, soothing him in a way only a mother could. My hands were balled into tight fists, one drawn back as if I could strike through the very wood of the door, a futile gesture against the turmoil brewing inside me.

I stumbled back, the urge to flee overwhelming, and turned sharply away, my feet carrying me down the dimly lit hallway. Each step felt like wading through thick mud, the creature’s insidious will trying to pull me back, urging me to finish what I had started. But I would not yield. The urgency to escape surged through me, nearly sending me tumbling down the stairs, but somehow, I managed to keep my footing.

“I won’t hurt my son,” I murmured to myself, shaking my head as I tugged at my hair, desperation clawing at my insides. “I refuse to listen to you.”

“You can only suppress your instincts for so long,” the creature’s voice slithered through my mind, taunting and cruel. “Deep down, you know that little bastard isn’t even yours. You’d be doing the entire pack a favor by getting rid of him—and her.”

“And then what?” I scoffed bitterly, the words escaping my lips like a defiant challenge. The sound of a car approaching in the driveway echoed in the stillness, and I hesitated in the darkening foyer, my heart racing. “Am I next? Should I take the whole pack down with me?”

“Hm. I hadn’t considered that,” the monster mused, tapping its chin thoughtfully, a sneer creeping into its voice. “That could be quite entertaining. The more chaos, the better, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’re revolting.” I turned my back on the creature, peering out the window, my stomach twisting in knots at the sight.

“Oops. There they are again,” it whispered, its presence suddenly looming closer, the dampness of its breath chilling my neck. “Thick as thieves. Look at them, all cozy together. Be careful… Before you know it, he’ll be in your bed with her.”

I fought against the urge to listen, but as I watched Liam and Ella approach the house, laughter spilling from their lips, something dark and foul coiled within me. It felt as if the entity was reaching through my very being, its pitch-black fingers wrapping around my heart and squeezing, forcing my blood to pump a viscous, inky fluid through my veins.

Jealousy.

It slithered into my soul, wholly and completely, for the first time in months. The same bitter feeling I had when I first suspected Liam and Ella were involved, but now it was amplified, intensified by Ella’s recent declaration of love for me.