The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

Alexander & Ella

Alexander

The soda can fell to the bottom of the vending machine with a clatter. I grabbed it, along with a bag of pretzels to help settle Ella’s stomach, then made my way back toward her room. The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and I could hear voices coming from inside.

“I don’t want him to mark me anymore.”

Ella’s words stopped me dead in my tracks, my hand frozen midair as I reached for the door handle. I didn’t catch what she said before that, but it didn’t matter. Those seven words were enough.

I don’t want him to mark me anymore.

For a moment, I just stood there, processing what I’d heard. Ella didn’t want my mark. Didn’t

want me.

Not that it should have been a surprise. She’d already asked for a divorce. Hell, we’d even signed a contract promising to divorce after my campaign.

Besides, I never had any intention of marking her.

And yet something about hearing her say those words made my chest hurt more than I thought it would.

“Alexander.”

I turned to find Liam approaching from down the hall. He was slipping his phone back into his pocket and his face was pale.

“I just spoke to Molly,” he said. “And I wanted to apologize for what happened.”

I blinked, momentarily confused before remembering the blue-haired woman from the bar. The one who had kissed my mate. With everything that had happened afterward, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

“I had no idea she had feelings for Ella,” Liam went on. “If I’d known, I never would have reintroduced them. I’m sure the incident was the catalyst behind Ella’s fainting spell.”

I shrugged, trying to appear unbothered even as my wolf snarled at the memory of another person’s lips on Ella’s. “It’s fine,” I lied.

Liam’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re… fine? Another woman kissed your mate.”

No. I wasn’t fine. Of course I fucking wasn’t. Ella and I had a contract, but she was still my wife for now. And lately….

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Chapter 90

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Maybe Gabriel was right. Maybe I had gotten in over my head. The show Ella and I had been on, pretending to be a loving couple, had become all too real.

And then there was what happened in the alley. I come so close-so fucking close-to having sex with her. At the time, it didn’t matter to me whether we were in public or not. All I cared about was feeling my mate.

Five years.

Five years of marriage and Ella was still a virgin.

And she wasn’t even aware that I was, too.

But what had happened out there was clearly a mistake-biology taking over during our lowest point. It was lust, pure and simple. Ella didn’t want me to mark her; she hated me. And I would never mark her, not when her family was responsible for my parents’ death.

Still, why did it hurt so much?

Finally, snapping myself out of my thoughts, I nodded. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Liam studied me for a moment. “If you say so.’

I held out the soda can. “Give this to Ella when she wakes up. I’m heading home. I have work to do.”

“You’re leaving?” Liam frowned. “She just collapsed a few hours ago.”

“She’s in good hands,” I said, nodding toward the door. “The doctor said she’s stable, and you and Lilith are here. I have a meeting in the morning that I need to prepare for.

Liam took the soda with a skeptical look. “If that’s what you want.”

It wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to go back into that room, to sit beside Ella’s bed and make sure she was okay. Every fiber of my being wanted to be by my mate’s side.

But I’d heard what Ella had said. She didn’t want my mark. Didn’t want me. It was better if I let her rest tonight instead of making her look at my face after the mistakes we made in the alley. I wasn’t sure if I could face her, either.

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