Chapter Sixty two

Anita’s POV

The days had been long and sleepless since the night Darius burst into Alpha Orion's chambers, fists flying in a misguided attempt to protect me. That night replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, each note filled with confusion, guilt, and something else—something I couldn't quite put into words.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Darius's face. His expression when he saw me crying, the raw anger and protectiveness that flashed in his eyes, and then the confusion when he realized he had misunderstood the situation. It was like a whirlwind, and I was caught right in the center of it.

I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions. I didn’t understand why Darius cared so much. Why he would risk himself like that for me. What did he see in me that made him want to protect me, to stand up to Alpha Orion in such a fierce and reckless way? I hadn’t known him long enough for him to feel this strongly about me—or had I missed somethi