Chapter 135


    Elena POV


    Hearing a car door, Axton nces over his shoulder, and so do I, only to see Marco climb out of his car,


    looking rather disheveled. “Marco will be here soon. He’s on his way.” I tell Sondra, but she shakes her


    head.


    “He doesn’t need to watch me die. The woman he fell in love with died when she married Floyd. He


    needs to hang on to her, not this withered broken body that has suffered too much and lived longer


    than it deserved.” Sondra murmurs between sucking in deep breaths. If only she knew how wrong she


    is, she deserved so much more than the hand she was dealt. Everyone makes mistakes, and learning


    from them is redemption, and she learned from her the same as I learned from mine.


    “How about you let me decide which version of you I love becausest I checked, there wasn’t a


    version I didn’t,” Marco says, suddenly appearing next to me. Sondra looks up at him, and so do I. He


    nods for me to move, and I take that as my cue to get up, allowing him to take my ce, and he takes


    Sondra from Axton, settling her between his legs.


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    “You shouldn’t be here; I don’t want you to see me like this,” she snaps at him.


    “Shush. Fine, I am not here for you; I am here for me, to see a stubborn old brat off,” he tells her while


    wrapping his arms around her tiny frail body. Sondra sighs, leaning back against him.


    Getting up, I move toward Axton, and we both move to leave to give them some privacy.


    “Where are you going?” Sondra asks, and I look at Marco, who pats the ground beside him.


    “Can’t leave me here with this leech. What if he drains me dry?” Sondra snips at me, and I chuckle.


    “Your blood is so old it would be like powdered milk running through those veins; I wouldn’t want to


    catch wrinkles,” Marco tells her as I sit between Axton’s legs.


    Sondraughs, and Marco kisses her temple before propping his chin on top of her head. We sit in


    silence for what feels like forever, listening to her breathe. With each breath she takes, there is a longer


    pause between, and that leaves me holding mine.


    I can see my pack sitting and standing along the porch, waiting, watching in silence.


    “It should have been us,” Sondra rasps.


    “It should have been,” Marco replies, turning his head slightly and resting his cheek on the back of her


    head while rocking her back and forth. Tears stream down his face as he closes his eyes, his lips


    quivering as he rocks her.


    “In another life,” he tells her, and she tries to speak, but ites out in a wheeze, blood spewing from


    her lips. Her death draws on, and I feel like walking off. Yet she asked me to stay, so I remain. Each


    second that passes, I wish her next breath is herst, just so l don’t have to listen, just so she isn’t


    suffering anymore.


    “It’s time to go, old girl. What are you hanging around for? It better not be for me?” Marco asks her, his


    voice shaky as he gets the words out. Her hand twitches and she grabs him, her body. convulsing as


    she tries to suck in a breath. Each wheeze grows louder than thest, her panic screaming back at me


    when she opens her watery eyes. Marco breaks down and nods his head.


    “I’m here, I’m here,” he tells her, and I look away, unable to watch her suffer. I press my face into


    Axton’s chest, and he grips my hair, his hands covering both my ears just in time before I witness


    Marco break her neck. But I still hear the faint crack, closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath as


    silence falls and Axton moves his hands and kisses the top of my head.


    Besides my own breathing and the sound of Axton’s heart against my ear, I hear nothing for ten beats.


    Then I hear Marco wail, the sound so heartbreaking I never want to hear the sound again. It screamed


    how much he loved her, how much it hurt to lose her. It screamed his torment. A few secondster, the


    howls of my pack ring through the air as they screamed theirs.


    Screamed for a woman that didn’t realize she saved all of us, instead, she believed she failed us, but


    she never did, no she taught us who we are. I was never the alpha of this pack; Sondra was. She


    created it and handed it down to me. Sondra was the true alpha of


    ‘Elysian Fortuna Moonlight Pack’ She had created our piece of Paradise, and Fortuna is a second


    chance, and she gave that to all of us. Only now do I realize we were also hers, a second chance at


    finding herself.