Another Chance for the Luna Queen

Ella POV

I felt oddly numb as I watched my kidnapper drive away. Alexander had just let him go-no, he had practically ordered him to leave. And as much as I wanted to feel outraged, I simply couldn't. It was as if I should have expected it.

After everything that had happened in the past few days... after seeing the way Alexander had handled things with Dr. McIntyre... it was painfully clear. Alexander was a criminal of some kind.

The realization made my heart ache, a dull, hollow pain that settled in my chest. But I couldn't deny it any longer. Not after this.

I wanted desperately to trust Alexander, but I had seen how my life with a secret criminal worked out in the original timeline and it wasn't something I could just ignore.noveldrama

Without a word, Alexander led me to his car and opened the passenger side door. I sank into the seat gingerly, suddenly aware of every scrape and bruise from the ordeal. would be sore tomorrow-there was no question about that.

Alexander slid into the driver's seat. He reached into the back and pulled out a cold bottle of water from the cooler he kept there. Wordlessly, he handed it to me.

I took it, my fingers brushing against his for just a moment before I twisted off the cap. I drank deeply, the cold water soothing my parched throat. But it did nothing to cool the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

Alexander started the car, and we drove in silence for a long time. The questions tumbling around in my mind were impossible to contain. I looked over at him, taking in His serious expression and the troubled look in his eyes.

I didn't want to fight. I was incredibly grateful that he had come to save me, but I couldn't just let this go. His secrets were tearing us apart. I either needed answers, or I needed to walk a

x away.

The thought of leaving him broke my heart, but I couldn't see any other option.

"Alexander," I said, my voice coming out weaker than I'd expected.

He glanced at me, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

"I need to know what just happened."

"I understood your message," he said softly. "I was able to track your location, and luckily, I caught up to you in time."

"You know that's not what I mean," I said, my frustration evident.

He sighed, his shoulders tensing. "I know. But... it's not something I can get into."

"I can't handle this anymore," I said, my voice breaking. "I can't take the secrets and the broken promises. You keep saying you're going to explain things to me, but you never do. I've been through this before and it ended in my murder. If you can't trust me after everything we've already been through then-"

"It's more complicated than that," he cut me off, his eyes pleading with me to understand. “If it wasn't, I would've told you everything by now."

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"You're a criminal," I said, my voice flat. His eyes went wide, his jaw tightening as

he stared at me, clearly unprepared for my accusation.

"Don't try to deny it," I continued, feeling the words pour out before I could stop them. "I've had my suspicions,

but this confirms it."

His face hardened. "And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"I recognized your voice," I said, my heart pounding. "You were disguising it the same way you did before... when

someone we never saw. But I heard his voice when he spoke to the kidnappers. They were afraid of him... they recognized him. He was their superior."

I was kidnapped the first time. When I was taken with my mother and Amanda, we were rescued by "

Alexander's expression didn't change, but his grip on the wheel tightened. "What does that have to do with me?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

"It was your voice, Alexander," I whispered. "The same one you used just now. That man recognized you, just like the other kidnappers did. There's no other explanation for that. You have connections to these people... to criminals. And your reputation is terrifying enough that they obey you without question."

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