Chapter 139

OLIVIA’S POV By the end of the auction, my head was pounding. Too many emotions, too many stares, and far too many unsaid words. I was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally too. I needed air. Space. Something real. But before I could even signal Derek that I was ready to leave, something unexpected happened. A pair of Lunas approached me, their elegant dresses swishing like waves with each step. I straightened instinctively, unsure of their intent. But instead of casting disapproving glances or delivering cold pleasantries like I was used to, they… smiled. "Olivia," Luna Helena from the Stormwatch Pack said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "I just wanted to say… thank you." I blinked. "Thank you?" "Yes," said the other, Luna Mireille from the Silverclaw Pack. "For what you did earlier tonight. For the grace you showed. You’ve always carried yourself with dignity, but tonight… you reminded us what strength truly looks like. We insulted you so many times, said so many bad things