The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 280

Alexander’s POV

I felt drawn to Stella that night. More drawn to her than I probably should have been… But after last night, I couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to her, and it wasn’t going away.

Especially not when she looked like that.

The dress made her look like a goddess. It fit her perfectly and in all the right places, and it brought out the fact that sometimes, she really did look like a Luna.

She held herself like one, too–back straight, chin lifted, that natural grace that couldn’t be taught. The way she smiled at the guests, the gentle curve of her lips, the demure laugh she let out when she was talking to someone.

It was exactly how Ella used to carry herself. Before everything happened that led to her being taken from me forever.

I’d reached her booth before I’d fully decided to walk over. Stella glanced up and our eyes met. For just a second, I saw surprise

flicker across her face before she smoothed it away.

“Alpha Alexander,” she said, inclining her head slightly and looking out over the crowd rather than at me. I couldn’t entirely blame her for not wanting to look me in the eye after what happened–I had fucking thrown my arms around her and pulled her into bed because I’d been dreaming of Ella.

I was honestly surprised that she was still Lucien’s nanny after that, let alone competing in the Luna Trial.

“That’s an impressive dress,” I said, clearing my throat.

Stella nodded. “Thank you. Anya designed and made it herself. She’s incredibly talented.” Stella gestured to the young Omega standing beside the donation box, who looked like she might pass out from excitement at the mere thought of being

acknowledged.

“Really? You made this?” I turned to the girl.

Anya nodded vigorously and beamed. “Yes–well, Stella helped. We beaded it together.”

The mention of the beads made the tips of my ears redden. That damn bead that led to the whole debacle last night…

I forced a smile. “Stella is right; you are very talented. I wish you’d told me sooner; I’m actually in need of a seamstress.”

Anya’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Yes.” I recalled that the girl was hired for menial tasks, like laundry and cleaning. With talent like this, she deserved a higher- paying position. “Speak to my Beta after today’s event. Maybe we can work out a deal.”

Anya practically squealed with excitement. I glanced at Stella, who was watching me with surprise written across her face like it was that much of a shocker that I’d give an employee a promotion based on their skills. But she quickly neutralized her expression again and looked away.

My wolf stirred restlessly as I looked at her again. He’d been on edge all day, practically clawing at my insides every time I caught sight of Stella across the room. Now that we were standing this close, he was going absolutely feral.

I stepped away after that, returning to making my rounds around the event, but my eyes kept wandering to her. My wolf wanted me to go back to her, to be close to her again.

Sometimes, he really did mistake her scent for Ella’s. And last night… When she’d left my room, my wolf had insisted that he’d scented her while I was sleeping. That Ella’s aura had become so profound and intense that he had no choice but to take over and reach for her.

I’d been dreaming about Ella last night. About us together, before everything went to shit. In the dream, she’d been lying beside

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