The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

Ella’s POV

Alexander had chosen Anya after all.

I should have been relieved. Happy, even. This was exactly what I wanted–for Anya to win, to get the position and the resources to help her family, to become the Luna that this pack deserved.

And yet it hurt so much worse than I’d expected it to, knowing that Alexander was going to marry another woman. After everything he’d told me during our date, I couldn’t help but miss him.

I wanted to be the one to stand on that altar with him. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I was right here, that

I didn’t want to have to watch while he married another, even if his marriage to Anya was purely contractual.

I wanted, more than anything, to tell him that I was alive.

But I couldn’t. Because of this fucking curse.

“Stella?” Anya’s face fell when she saw my ashen face. “Are you alright? I thought you’d be happy-

“I am happy,” I said quickly, forcing my face into what I hoped was a convincing smile. “Really, Anya. I’m so happy for you. You deserve this.”

And I meant it. I did. Anya was kind and sweet and selfless, and if anyone was going to take my place as Luna, I wanted it to be her. But wanting something and being okay with it were two very different things, and right now, I was definitely not okay.

Anya threw her arms around me and pulled me in for a bone–crushing hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Stella. I never would have made it this far without you. You helped me with everything.” She pulled back, eyes shimmering with tears. “I promise I’ll take good care of you once I’m Luna. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

Take care of me. Like I was some charity case she needed to look after.

I knew she meant well, but the words still stung. I had been Luna once. I had been the one taking care of others, making sure the pack ran smoothly, hosting events and managing staff and doing all the things a Luna was supposed to do.

And now I was the one who was being taken care of, dependent on the kindness of an eighteen–year–old girl who didn’t even know who I really was.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” I replied, still with that smile stretched across my face. “Just focus on your family. That’s why you’re doing this, remember? Your mother needs those treatments, your brothers need books for school, your father needs-”

“I know,” Anya interrupted gently. “And I will help them. But Lucien will be my family soon too, you know. And you’re his nanny–the nanny he loves. So of course I’m going to keep you employed, even if I end up taking on more of the childcare duties myself.” She squeezed my hands. “You’re my family now too, Stella. Family is the most important thing to me.”

My heart warmed at her words, washing away the ugly jealousy I was feeling in my chest. Anya cared about

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Chapter 298

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Lucien. It was all I could have ever asked for.

My son deserved that. He deserved someone who would love him and care for him the way I couldn’t anymore, at least not openly as his mother. And if that person was Anya, then maybe things would be okay. Maybe Lucien would be okay, even without me.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper. “That means a lot to me. More than you know.”

Anya beamed and hugged me again before gliding off to her room, practically on her tiptoes. I stood there in the hallway for a long moment once she was gone, feeling hollow and empty and so incredibly tired of pretending to be someone I wasn’t.

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