Chapter Hundred-eight

Anita’s POV

I knew I was foolish, but now that Alpha Orion had left, the weight of my decision crashed down on me like a tidal wave. I replayed his offer over and over in my mind—the chance to become Luna, to rise above my lowly position as a mere servant, a slave even. But I had refused. And now, I couldn’t stop wondering why.

The truth was simple. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready for the battles I would have to face as Luna. Everyone hated me, or at least it felt that way. And even if Alpha Orion had informed the council about his intentions to make me Luna, I knew they would only pretend to support the idea. Behind closed doors, they’d whisper and scheme, waiting for my inevitable fall. I didn’t want war. I just wanted peace, yet somehow, I kept getting dragged into chaos.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away, frustrated by my weakness. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. It never did. I told myself to focus on something else, something small, like the chores I h