Chapter Eight

Xavier stood by the window of the darkened room, staring out at the silver-lit forest that bordered their land. The moon hung heavily in the sky, silently witnessing his turmoil. In the silence, the weight of his decisions pressed down on him, squeezing the air from his lungs with the force of regret.

Behind him, Anna paced restlessly, her agitation a palpable entity in the confined space. "Xavier, why won't you understand? This is for us, for our future," she pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and frustration.

He turned to face her, the moonlight casting shadows across his features, deepening the lines of conflict etched into his face. "Anna, being Luna isn't just a title; it's a responsibility—one that's earned by trust and respect from the pack, not by manipulation or deceit."

Her eyes flashed angrily, a spark that threatened to ignite into a raging inferno. "I've given you everything, Xavier. I'm carrying your child, our future alpha. Doesn't that deserve recognition? Don't I