Maria’s POV

“I’m exhausted,” I muttered, carelessly tossing my jacket onto the bed.

I shoved open the door to my room, my legs trembling from fatigue. Each step felt like wading through wet sand.

Avia followed close behind, her words persistent. “Let me prepare a shower for you, Milady,” she offered, her voice filled with concern.

I spun around, raising my hand to stop her. “No. I’ll do it myself.”

Her face tightened with worry, as if my refusal hurt her. “Milady, you’re the Luna of this pack. Please—”

I laughed bitterly, cutting her off. “Oh, really?” My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I crossed my arms and glared...