Alexa

“Your location at the Southern Star club that day. I still remember Alpha Romero’s rage, and he punished me with the most torturous punishment. But believe me, I didn’t receive a penny from them. I am sorry.” He rubbed his neck with his head bowed.

‘Oh no. Not again. Am I surrounded by traitors? How long will this last?’ I asked Mythril.

‘Hold on. Let’s hear what he wants with this confession,’ Mythril tried to calm me with his clear-headedness.

“Well, are you willing to support me now?” I asked.

“Of course!” he blurted, as if scared. “I used to think you weren’t worthy of being our Luna because...