The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 431

**The Perfect 431**

**Chapter 431**

**Alexander’s POV**

As I stormed into the chamber, the world around me shrank to a singular, agonizing moment. There they were—Liam and Ella—locked in a tableau of intimacy that twisted my insides into knots. Liam’s hands rested possessively on Ella’s waist, their faces mere inches apart, teetering on the brink of a kiss that would shatter everything I thought I knew.

A wave of nausea washed over me as a sickening realization gripped my heart. All those whispers from the entity, those ominous visions that had haunted my nights, were not mere figments of my imagination—they were stark, brutal truths. Every nightmare had been a premonition, a glimpse into a reality I had been unwilling to accept.

A primal roar erupted from my throat, a sound so raw and visceral that it echoed through the cavern, causing dust and small stones to rain down from the ceiling. I was beyond caring if the entire cave collapsed around us. I didn’t give a damn about the frightened spirits hovering in a semicircle around the glowing crystal, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. I didn’t even care if that kiss somehow unleashed the crystal’s power, banishing Margaret’s ghost from my life.

All that mattered was the seething rage that consumed my every rational thought, drowning out any semblance of reason.

“See?” The entity’s voice, that familiar yet twisted echo of Margaret, coiled around me like a serpent. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her presence, dark and suffocating, wrapping itself around my mind and soul. “I told you. She never loved you. It was always him.”

With a surge of fury, I lunged at Liam.

He pushed Ella aside, narrowly avoiding my charge as I barreled into him, claws extended, fangs bared and ready to strike. We crashed to the ground in a chaotic tangle of limbs and fur, the cold stone floor scraping against my skin. I aimed for his throat, but he rolled away just in time, my teeth snapping at nothing but air.

Before I could regain my footing, Liam scrambled upright and dashed across the chamber, putting precious distance between us. His wolf form was smaller and leaner than mine, his speed a testament to his agility. But I was fueled by a primal anger, larger and more powerful, ready to shred him to pieces.

“Alexander, stop!” Ella’s voice sliced through the haze of my fury, but it barely registered over the thunderous roar of blood pounding in my ears. “It’s not what you think!”

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