The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 449

**Chapter 449**

**Ella’s POV**

“Pardon?” Tony furrowed his brows, a look of genuine bewilderment crossing his features. “What do you mean by ‘spiritual damage’?”

I could feel the tension radiating from Alexander, who stood rigid beside me. His arm tightened protectively around my shoulders, and when I dared to glance up at him, I was met with a pallor that made my heart race.

“Ella, are you certain this is a good—”

“I’m just curious,” I interjected softly, shrugging my shoulders in a dismissive manner. “They’re doctors, Alexander. Perhaps they can offer us some assistance.”

Despite the uncertainty etched across his face, Alexander didn’t protest as I pivoted back to the doctors, leaning in a bit closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper to ensure no one else could eavesdrop.

“A broken mate bond,” I elaborated, my heart pounding as I spoke. “Do you think there’s any possibility of repairing something like that?”

The two doctors exchanged glances, their expressions shifting to intrigue. After a moment, Tony broke the silence, his gaze flitting between Alexander and me. “How did this… come about?”

“Was your mate bond severed during your rebirth?” Anthony inquired, his tone serious.

I shook my head, the memory of that fateful day tightening my stomach into knots. But I steeled myself and recounted the truth—the tale of Margaret, the dark curse that had shadowed my life, and the sacrifice I had unwittingly made to save one of my dearest friends.

At some point during my narrative, we had gravitated toward a tall cocktail table, where Dr. Evelyn had brought us steaming cups of coffee. However, most of the cups remained untouched, a testament to the weight of the conversation. I wrapped my fingers around my cup, relishing the warmth as it seeped into my cold extremities, a stark contrast to the chilling memories that had flooded back.

Beside me, Alexander remained silent, the tension in his body palpable. I sensed the hesitation radiating from him, a silent protest against sharing so much. Yet, I felt a glimmer of trust in Dr. Evelyn’s judgment; if she believed these men were worthy of our story, perhaps it was time to open up completely.

When I finally finished recounting my tale, an uncomfortable silence settled over us. Anthony and Tony exchanged thoughtful looks, their eyes darting back and forth as if engaging in a silent conversation through their mind link.

Just as I was about to break the silence and urge them to speak openly, they turned their attention back to us.

“Fixing a broken mate bond…” Anthony mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he regarded his husband. Both men appeared genuinely interested, and a spark of hope ignited in my chest, even as Alexander continued to regard me with a mixture of concern and disbelief.

“It’s not something we’ve personally delved into before,” Tony pointed out, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “Have you two attempted to mark each other since the bond was broken?”

I glanced at Alexander, then back to the doctors, shaking my head slowly. “Not yet, no.”

“But we believe that the fated bond would still remain fractured,” Alexander murmured, his voice low and filled with uncertainty. “It wouldn’t be the same.”

The doctors nodded in unison, their expressions grave. Dr. Evelyn cleared her throat, her tone shifting to one of contemplation. “After everything Ella has shared about the curse, I wouldn’t be surprised if marking each other couldn’t even forge a chosen mate bond.”

“Ah… So it’s not merely the absence of the fated bond, but rather the absence of any bond at all,” Anthony concluded quietly. He glanced at his husband for a moment before returning his gaze to me. “Ella, if we were to investigate this further for you, would you consider it a form of payment for becoming our case study?”

At the mere mention of being a case study, I noticed Alexander stiffen once more. He turned to me, his expression serious. “Ella, can we have a word in private?”

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the next segment of the conference. Anthony rummaged through his pocket, retrieving a small, elegant business card adorned with his name and number. He snagged a pen from Tony’s suit jacket pocket and began scribbling something down on the card.

“How about this: would you consider coming to our home for dinner tonight?” he suggested, finishing the note with a flourish. He clicked the pen and slid the card across the table toward me, the address written in elegant cursive. “Perhaps we can discuss this further there?”

I took the card, studying the address carefully. It wasn’t far from our current location, and if it could provide us with deeper insights, it would be worth the journey. I glanced at Alexander, who still wore an expression of uncertainty but eventually nodded, granting me the freedom to make the decision.

“Sure,” I said after a moment, tucking the card into my pocket. “Dinner sounds lovely. We can talk more then.”

“Excellent!” Anthony exclaimed, linking his arm through his husband’s and beaming at us. “We’ll serve dinner at six.”

“It will be a pleasure to host both of you,” Tony added, his smile warm and inviting as he regarded Alexander and me. “The Alpha King and a woman reborn—truly remarkable!”

To his credit, Alexander managed a small smile, even as his eyes betrayed his apprehension. “It will be our pleasure, Doctors,” he replied with a polite nod.

With that, the two doctors departed, and I watched them go, a faint flicker of hope igniting in my chest. I understood that Alexander’s concerns were valid; perhaps there was no remedy for our situation. Perhaps I would have to learn to accept that reality.

Yet, if there was even the slightest chance, a glimmer of hope that could lead us out of the darkness, I was determined to hold onto it with all my strength until it either illuminated our path or shattered completely.

And until that moment arrived, I refused to stifle the tendrils of hope that had begun to unfurl within me.