Anaiah's POV
Putting on my leather pants and sleeveless top, I throw a leather jacket over it and wear my
hair up. This week has been honestly hard for me and people don't know fully what
happened, or the loss I went through. They expect me to smile and laugh like before, to
work and interact, in short, to be their perfect Luna Queen.
I'm looking into the mirror, trying to smile but I'm not feeling it as my muscles are protesting
against it.
I can do this, I can do this. I am not hurting at all. I'm a perfect Luna. Leondre walks out of my
bathroom into the closet and kisses my temple. My mate does his best to cheer me up and I
try harder to make him think he's succeeding.
He grabs my wrist just as I'm about to leave, I look up at him and he asks; " Are you sure
you're okay?"
I sigh and get my hand from him,
"I'm so fucking tired of everyone asking me that, I'm FINE, stop treating me like an egg, I
