The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 459

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**TITLE: The Perfect 459**

**Chapter 459**

**Ella’s POV**

The banquet hall buzzed with a vibrant energy, a whirlwind of activity that filled the air with anticipation.

For the very first time since my rebirth, I found myself immersed in the responsibilities that came with being a Luna—specifically, the preparations for a charity gala. It was a curious feeling, one that danced on the edge of nostalgia and newfound purpose. Despite my previous claims of not missing the spotlight, I had to admit, there was something genuinely gratifying about organizing an event aimed at helping those in need.

Perhaps it was the fact that the funds we hoped to raise in just a week would go directly to the residents of Stormhollow, the pack that had once been my sanctuary.

The work provided an unexpected balm to my restless spirit. I lost myself in the details: arranging tables meticulously, hanging colorful banners, and ensuring that each centerpiece was perfectly aligned. It was a welcome distraction from Brian’s relentless smear campaign and the daily struggles that seemed to weigh heavily on my shoulders.

“Can you shift the banner just a tad to the left, please?” I called out, gently petting Lucien’s soft, fuzzy head as he snuggled in a carrier against my chest. His wide eyes sparkled with innocent wonder as he observed the hustle and bustle around him. “That’s it! Much better! Thank you so much!”

“How’s everything coming along?”

The familiar sound of Anya’s voice pulled my attention away, and I turned to see her approaching with two steaming cups of coffee. She handed one to me, and I took a moment to savor the warmth radiating from the cup. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to Lucien’s tiny button nose, causing him to giggle and reach out for one of her dangling earrings. Anya barely dodged his grasp, having learned her lesson the hard way just last week when he nearly yanked her earlobe off.

“Not too shabby,” I replied, taking a sip of the rich brew. “I had almost forgotten how much I actually enjoy this kind of work.”

“It really suits you,” Anya said, a playful smile dancing across her lips. “Much more than it ever would have suited me.”

“Anya, don’t say that…” I replied, shaking my head.

“What? It’s the truth! It’s not like—”

“Stella Night?”

Both Anya and I turned to see Hunter approaching, flanked by a man whose presence sent a chill down my spine. My father’s Beta stood there, tall and imposing, as if he were proud of his so-called “Alpha” rather than acknowledging the truth of his deceitful nature.

“I apologize, Luna,” Hunter spoke in a low voice, his expression serious. “I tried to send him away, but he insisted on speaking with you.”

“It’s alright, Hunter,” I said, my tone clipped. I shifted Lucien in my arms, bouncing him gently. “As for you,” I directed my gaze at my father’s Beta, “don’t pretend you don’t know my real name. It’s Ella Solace. Richard’s daughter.”

“I recognize no such thing,” the Beta replied coolly, extending an envelope toward me. I shot him a piercing glare before snatching it from his hand.

“What’s this?” I demanded, tearing open the envelope with a sense of foreboding.

He didn’t need to speak; the header screamed at me: Cease and Desist.

“By order of Alpha Richard Eden of the Stormhollow pack, you are formally commanded to halt all business, current or intended, that directly works against the Alpha.”

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across my face. “On what grounds?”

“Word has it that you were attending a dissident gathering within the pack.”

“And so what?” I let out a laugh, disbelief coloring my voice. “It’s not illegal to dissent against leadership, and I was invited.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, his tone unyielding. “As a non-member of the pack, if you set foot on Stormhollow soil against the Alpha’s wishes from here on out, you will be considered trespassing and will be detained. Furthermore, conspiring with a dissident group as a leader of a rival pack is classified as conspiracy.”