The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 426

**The Perfect 426**

**Chapter 426**

**Alexander’s POV**

Trapped. That was the only word that echoed in the confines of my mind, an unbearable truth that gnawed at my insides like a ravenous beast. I felt like a wild animal, caught in a merciless cage, my spirit clawing against the bars of my despair. The cold, damp walls of my cell seemed to close in on me, suffocating the remnants of hope that clung to my heart.

My pacing had morphed into a desperate ritual, a frantic dance that I had performed countless times. Each step marked a worn path on the unforgiving concrete, a testament to my torment. I imagined carving a perfect line into the stone, a grim reminder of my confinement, but the thought faded as quickly as it came, lost in the fog of my despair.

How long had I been ensnared in this darkness? A day? Two? Time had become a cruel illusion, slipping through my fingers like sand. The only indication of its passage was the dull thud of meals being delivered three times a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—each one more unappetizing than the last. I could hardly bring myself to touch them, the sight alone conjuring images that turned my stomach.

Hunter would arrive at breakfast, his voice droning on about my responsibilities as Alpha King. But all I could hear was the mocking laughter in my mind, drowning out his words, rendering them meaningless.

“Look at you,” the voice sneered, a venomous whisper that slithered through my thoughts. “So pathetic.”

“I can’t believe you let her lock you up like this,” it continued, dripping with disdain. “Like a pig waiting for slaughter.”

“She’s with him now, you know. Letting him fill her belly with more bastard children.”

“Can you hear her laughter? She’s laughing at you as we speak.”

“She’s a whore, and you’re not even a man anymore.”

I fought against the tide of those words, struggling to silence the voice that taunted me relentlessly. I tried to drown it out with thoughts of strength and resolve, but in this isolation, it felt like a futile endeavor. The entity lurking in the shadows of my mind clawed at my sanity, gnawing away at my thoughts until I felt pieces of myself crumble under its relentless assault.

Sleep had become a distant dream, a cruel joke played by the universe. Each time I dared to close my eyes, I was met with that haunting visage, twisted in mockery. I could almost feel its presence creeping closer, and I would jolt awake, heart racing, only to find it lurking in the corner of my cell, just… watching.

I attempted to eat, hoping to gather some strength, but the food turned to ash in my mouth. Each bite conjured grotesque images—pus oozing from festering wounds, inky saliva dripping from blood-red lips. After I retched for the third time, I surrendered to the hopelessness. The discomfort of hunger was preferable to the horror that accompanied my meals.

And so, the entity began to seep into my very being, inch by inch, filling the empty spaces in my mind and body with its dark essence. It had achieved its goal. I was alone. Isolated. Exhausted. Starving.

And above all…

It ignited a fire of jealousy within me.

Two long, torturous nights passed. On the second night, I finally slipped into a fitful sleep, but my dreams were a twisted reflection of my reality, filled with visions of them.

Liam and Ella stood together beneath the cascading spray of a waterfall, the cave glimmering with vibrant green lichen. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled breath, a heady mix of intimacy that made my heart ache.

Liam loomed over her, his head bent, eyes soft with affection. Ella’s auburn hair flowed like silk down her back, catching the light as she gazed up at him with an unmistakable tenderness—tenderness that should have been reserved for me alone. Not him. Never him.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice a melody that cut through the chaos of my mind. “I love you… I’ve always loved you…”

I raged against the heavy shroud of sleep, my body weighed down as I struggled to reach them. It felt like wading through thick molasses, every movement sluggish and futile. Liam smiled down at her, whispering sweet nothings to my mate.

Or… was she still mine?

She had sacrificed our bond for him, given up everything we had built to save him. She hadn’t even hesitated, and now…

Liam leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers. Ella’s lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her eyes fluttering shut, lips parting in anticipation.

He was going to kiss her. She wanted it. She wanted him.

Not me. Him.

“NO!” I bellowed, my voice a raw, primal scream as I surged forward. But the distance between us felt insurmountable. I could barely manage two slow steps before their lips met.

The moment their mouths connected, I jolted awake, gasping for breath. It should have been a relief to escape that horrific nightmare, but instead, I found myself plunged into a new kind of torment. My heart raced, the flames of jealousy and hatred coursing through me like molten lava, scalding my veins.

I sat up abruptly on my cot, my chest heaving with the weight of my emotions. My gaze fell on the entity, which perched at the foot of my bed like a grotesque gargoyle, its head tilted in curiosity, as if savoring my suffering.

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