The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 432

**The Perfect 432**

**Chapter 432**

With a fierce shove, I sent him crashing against the stone wall, the impact reverberating through the air as he struck hard enough to leave a noticeable dent. Dust and small fragments rained down around us, and I heard him grunt, a sound filled with pain that only fueled my resolve. Before he could gather himself, I was on him again, my weight pinning him down, asserting dominance in this brutal dance.

My jaws found their place around his throat, a primal instinct taking over.

“Do it,” Margaret’s voice urged, cold and commanding. “End him. End the affair. End them all, and then yourself.”

I could feel the rapid thrum of Liam’s pulse beneath my teeth, a steady rhythm that beckoned me. Just one bite. That was all it would take. One swift, decisive action, and he would be gone. Then, I could turn my focus entirely to Ella. She loved me too much to resist, too much to fight back.

She…

She loved me.

In that moment, a vivid memory surged forth, piercing through the fog of my mind. I could see Ella’s face, radiant and full of warmth, the moment she confessed her love for me. I recalled the joy in her eyes as she cradled Lucien, the way her mahogany hair cascaded across the pillow, illuminated by the soft morning light.

She would never betray me… She loved me.

“No,” I attempted to voice, but the sound that escaped me was more of a growl, a deep rumble of conflict. My grip on Liam’s throat slackened just a fraction, a flicker of hesitation.

“Don’t show weakness,” Margaret snapped, her tone sharp as a whip. “You witnessed their betrayal. You know exactly what they were planning.”

But why would they come all this way? The thought sliced through the haze clouding my mind like a knife through butter. Why would they risk everything, climb treacherous paths, if not to aid me in my time of need?

“Alexander, please!” Ella’s voice pierced through the chaos, drawing closer. I could hear her footsteps echoing against the stone, feel her hands weaving through my fur, grounding me. “We were trying to get the crystal! For you! We were trying to save you!”

My muscles trembled with the effort of battling against my own instincts. It felt as though I was being torn apart—one half of me driven by a primal urge to kill, the other half screaming for mercy, for restraint. But slowly, the entity’s grip became unbearable, overwhelming. Disturbing images of Liam and Ella entwined in an intimate embrace invaded my thoughts, things I had never wanted to witness. The fury began to rise again, bubbling like molten lava.

“Yes,” the entity hissed, its voice a seductive whisper. “Just like that. Slowly. Let him feel it. Let her watch.”

Liam’s eyes were beginning to glaze over, the life within them dimming. Any moment now, it would all be over.

The last remnants of my sanity screamed in protest, but it was a feeble cry, lost in the chaos. Nothing was enough to halt this terrible course. I was on the brink of ending them both, and then myself, right here in this cursed space.

And then, as if summoned by fate itself, Ella appeared.

She threw herself between us, her hands grasping my face with a fierce urgency, forcing me to meet her gaze instead of Liam’s. Her scent enveloped me—cherry blossoms mingled with vanilla, the sweetest fragrance in the world, cutting through the rot and decay that the entity had seeped into my very being.

“Alexander, look at me!” she shouted, her voice a lifeline amidst the storm. “It’s me! It’s Ella!”