Maya's POV I was beginning to think this plan might actually work. As Anita threw the napkin back at me, my surprise turned into frustration. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, though I quickly composed myself, realizing I couldn’t afford to lose control. “I helped you clean the stain off your arm. I don’t want any trouble, Maya. Please, let’s just stay away from each other. I don’t want to be friends with you again,” she said, walking out without looking back. My mouth hung open in shock as I watched her disappear down the hallway. She had just walked away from me as if I meant nothing. Anger boiled inside me, but it wasn’t just the rejection that stung. It was the fact that my plan to get close to her was slipping away. I glanced down at my arm, where the hot porridge had burned my skin. It wasn’t the physical pain that bothered me—it was the ache in my heart, the fear that I wouldn’t be able to do what Alpha Ethan needed. Anita’s coldness was making everything much more
Anita's POV I sat in the garden once again. This was the third night in a row, and each time, I found myself deep in thought. I was finally done with my chores for the day, and, for once, there had been no major problems. No issues with Alpha Orion, who had been unusually busy, or Darius, who had been quietly going about his business. But even with the calmness of the evening, my mind kept circling back to Maya and the strange things she had said to me earlier. I shook my head, feeling a mix of irritation and confusion. How does she expect us to be close again, to be best friends after everything? Something about her felt off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew Maya wasn’t here out of pure goodwill. She had an agenda, and I wasn’t going to fall for it. Not again. The more I thought about her sudden reappearance in my life, the more suspicious I became. The way she had acted earlier… It was almost like she expected everything to fall back into place between us, as if n
Anita's POV “Can you just let go of me? I haven’t even tried to run away, or leave, or do anything. So, please, don't force me. Just let me go,” I pleaded, my voice shaking as I tried to pull my arm free from Maya’s grip. Her hold was too tight, too desperate. Finally, she loosened her grip, her fingers sliding away from my arm as she spoke. “I hate a lot of things, Anita. And one of the things I hate the most is seeing you close to Alpha Darius. He isn’t someone you should be near. You're not supposed to be in a position to be close to him.” Her voice trembled, a teary undertone creeping into her words. “I hate that you're being used as a sex slave. But I want to help. I need to support you.” I felt a burning sting in my chest. Her words echoed, reminding me of all the painful realities I had been trying to avoid. But why was she saying them now? And why was it all spilling out like this? Was she trying to help, or was this her way of mocking me? “Stop it, Maya,” I said, my vo
Anita's POV Standing in front of Darius, I could see the concern in his eyes, but I wasn’t ready to open up. My heart raced with thoughts of Alpha Orion’s anger and Maya’s manipulations. I couldn’t let Darius in, not now, not with everything so tangled. “Something is definitely wrong,” Darius said, gripping my arm tighter. “You can’t pretend with me, Anita. I can see through you. You’ve been acting strange for days, and I need to know why. I won’t tell anyone, I swear. It’ll stay between us.” His voice softened, his concern cutting through my resolve. “We’ve had our moments, talked about things. I’ve never betrayed your trust before. Let me help you.” I shook my head. I couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t just about the shame of seeing Alpha Orion with another woman—it was about the layers of betrayal, confusion, and my own helplessness. And worse, if I told Darius, I risked dragging him into something far more dangerous. “I’m sorry, Darius,” I said, my voice trembling as I pulled my arm
Anita's POV I stood frozen, my hand still gripping the door handle as Alpha Orion’s words echoed in my mind. Did he just say he wanted me to be his Luna? His wife? It was as if the world had stopped turning, my heart pounding so loudly I thought it might burst. This couldn’t be real—he couldn’t be serious. The same Alpha who had kept me as a sex slave, the one who had just been with another woman, was now saying he wanted me as his Luna? I stared at him, trying to process everything, but my mind was a mess of confusion and disbelief. Was this a cruel joke? A twisted game to see how far he could push me? My lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say, how to respond to something so impossible. Alpha Orion stepped closer, his hand still resting heavily on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. He leaned in, his voice low and firm. "I’m offering you a position you don’t deserve, Anita. You should be grateful.
Anita's POV Looking at Alpha Orion, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. His words felt like a strange, surreal dream. He wanted me to be his Luna? It was an offer I’d always imagined, but not under these circumstances. Everything felt wrong, twisted in ways I couldn’t explain. How could I, someone who had been nothing more than a servant, a sex slave, suddenly become his Luna? His wife? A part of me wanted to say yes. I wanted to believe that this was the turning point—the moment where everything changed for the better, the moment I finally found my place. But another part of me recoiled at the thought. Why now? Why, after everything he had done to me, after the way he had treated me, was he suddenly offering me this title? I stepped back instinctively, trying to create space between us, but Alpha Orion’s grip tightened around my arm. His touch, once so commanding and harsh, now felt like a cage. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for me to give him the answer he clearly expect
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
Anita’s POV I remained on the cold floor, trying to process the pain radiating from my body and the shock of what had just occurred. My head throbbed, and the metallic scent of blood clung to my senses, reminding me of how vulnerable I had become. Luna Nora’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears as she stood over me, her fiancé joining her in mocking my humiliation. I had learned to expect this. It wasn’t the first time Luna Nora had belittled me, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. But today felt different. Something had changed inside me. It wasn’t just the physical pain—it was deeper than that. I was tired. Tired of being treated like a worthless object, tired of being pushed around, and tired of feeling powerless. As I sat up slowly, wiping the blood from my hand, I tried to steady my breath. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. No, I had endured enough. Today, I would not allow Luna Nora to break me. Luna Nora sauntered over to me, her smug expression infuriati