Another Chance for the Luna Queen

Alexander POV

Guilt gnawed at me all morning as I waited for Sabrina to arrive. It settled in my stomach like a weight, a constant reminder that I was keeping something from Ella.

I'd tried-tried to find the right moment, tried to work up the nerve to tell her-but every time I opened my mouth, the words died before they could form.

I wasn't used to feeling this kind of indecision. I had to be clear headed and ready to act at all times, so now that I was doubting myself I felt lost.

I hid it the best I could. Hopefully, Ella was distracted enough that she didn't notice I was acting strangely.

Ella was lost in thought over everything that had happened the day before. Her expression was tense, her mind clearly busy going over the news and what actions we should take next.

How could I pile more onto her already heavy burden? At least, that's the excuse I kept telling myself.

But the truth was, I was afraid.

When the knock finally came at my office door, I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stand. I hadn't seen Sabrina in the past five years. The most I had seen were a few photos, and even then I never sought them out- it always by

accident.

But now, she was here. And I was about to face something I wasn't sure I was ready for.

I opened the door, and she stood there staring at me for a moment like she was frozen, too.

Sabrina had changed. The confidence she once carried, the way she used to walk into a room like she belonged there-like she owned it-was gone. She stood hesitantly in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and her blue eyes-once filled with mischief-were uncertain.

"Alexander," she said, her voice softer than I remembered.noveldrama

"Sabrina," I replied, stepping aside to let her in.

She moved carefully, as if expecting me to lash out, to demand answers. And maybe, a part of me wanted to. But as I watched her, something else took over. She looked tired. She looked afraid.

And when I gestured for her to sit, she did so with some hesitation. She was perched on the very edge of the chair, like she might bolt at any second.

I sat across from her, folding my hands together to keep them steady. There was no sense in dancing around it. "Is she mine?" I asked.

Sabrina flinched at the directness of my words, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair. For a long moment, she didn't answer, and my heart pounded with impatience, with dread. Then, finally, she nodded.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest tightening.

"Her name is Alexis," she continued, glancing down at her hands. "But she likes to be called Lexie."

Lexie.

I swallowed hard, trying to process it all. My daughter. A child I had never known

existed. A child who had lived five years of life without me.

"You didn't tell me," I said, my voice quiet but filled with something raw. "You never told me, Sabrina."

She looked up then, pain flashing in her eyes. "I know. And 'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "You hid first words, her first steps. I never even had a chance to-

my daughter from me. I've missed everything-her cut myself off, unable to say it aloud.

Sabrina's eyes filled with tears. "I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought..." She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. "Diana told me that you would be furious. That you would hate me for it."

“Diana,” I spat, the name like poison Of course, she was behind this. Of course, she had manipulated everything, twisted the truth into something that suited her agenda.