The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234

Alexander

Ella’s funeral was long and exhausting. And yet, somehow, it was all such a blur that it almost seemed to go by too quickly. I vaguely recalled placing flowers on her casket, watching as it got lowered into the ground, listening to the kind words spoken about her…

But if anyone were to ask me for specifics, I couldn’t tell them.

By the time I got home that night with Lucien still cradled in my arms, fussing now for milk, I felt like I,

too, had been lowered into that grave beside Ella.

Somehow, I managed to feed and change Lucien, then give him his medicine. He still had to be hooked up to an oxygen machine at night, so I carefully placed the tubes in his nostrils before settling in the rocking chair next to that beautiful crib I had built and rocked him to sleep.

Lucien didn’t like to sleep without being held. So I held him all night.

The following morning, I had slept on and off, but not more than a few minutes here and there. Lucien

was particularly fussy at night due to the strain on his lungs and the uncomfortable oxygen tubes, so I found myself pacing the nursery and gently bouncing him in my arms whenever he would start to cry.

I wasn’t expecting any visitors that day. Frankly, I was looking forward to that day–after–the–funeral

quiet when everyone would stop giving me their fake condolences and would move on with their lives while I was left to pick up the pieces.

That was how it always went, wasn’t it? Everyone cared during the funeral process, but afterwards, you

were left to fend on your own.

Strangely, though, I needed that loneliness. I had Lucien to focus on, and besides, I didn’t need anyone’s false sympathies. I just wanted to be alone with my son for as long as possible until my Alpha King duties

ultimately forced me back into the spotlight.

But that peace didn’t come. Because no sooner than six o’clock in the morning, I heard a knock on the

front door.

I didn’t answer, expecting it to be a newspaper delivery person or a final straggler coming to bring me unnecessary food or a sympathy card.

And yet, a few minutes later, Hunter walked into the nursery. “Sir, there’s a visitor for you.”

“Who is it?” I held back a yawn.

“It’s a woman. She says she wants to apply for the nanny position.”

My brows shot up at that. The applications were supposed to be submitted online, not in person. And who

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