Dana POV

　　"I knew it since back then," Adrian's whispered admission reached my ears, and Rafael's smile, accompanied by applause, conveyed his silent acknowledgment. Divine mirrored their actions, though I anticipated a forthcoming conversation laden with her thoughts.

　　Anna's thumbs-up gesture bolstered my confidence, and I reciprocated with a nod of gratitude as the judge approached me, signaling the beginning of a new chapter in my life.

　　Even among the girls who had previously spoken ill of me, confusion painted their faces, yet they still joined in the applause, their actions betraying their surprise and perhaps even a newfound respect.

　　"She's even pregnant? Oh my god," one exclaimed in disbelief.

　　"I didn't expect it!" another chimed in, echoing the sentiments of astonishment that reverberated throughout the room.

　　As I scanned the room, I couldn't help but notice the façade of expensive smiles adorning the faces of the guests. Yet, my attention was drawn to Farrah, who surprised me with genuine happiness evident in her eyes, defying my previous assumptions.

　　Bathel's smile was infectious as he addressed the guests. "Would my esteemed guests kindly join me in extending an advance warm welcome to my chosen mate as she assumes her new role in our leadership?"

　　With nods and smiles all around, each guest rose from their seat, and Farrah was the first to approach me.

　　"Hi, I'm Farrah," she greeted me with a wide grin, and I couldn't help but reciprocate the smile that spread across my face.

　　"Hello, I've heard many positive things about you too!" I responded warmly, returning her handshake with a firm grip.

　　"I suppose we're destined to become new friends," she chuckled. "I'm thrilled to know that I'll have a friend who understands my situation," she added, gesturing towards her stomach.

　　A rush of happiness flooded over me as I realized that we shared the joy of pregnancy. My eyes lit up with excitement at the newfound connection we had.

　　"That's cool!" we laughed together, enjoying the camaraderie.

　　Throughout the evening, I had the opportunity to learn more about the Alpha and Luna of various packs. Surprisingly, none of them passed judgment on me, which was a relief.

　　However, the absence of Ares and Blaire, the individuals I had been seeking, did not go unnoticed. Their absence left a lingering sense of disappointment in me.

　　As Bathel announced that I am the yet-Luna of the illustrious Sun Flower Pack, a profound sense of uncertainty gripped me tightly, ensnaring my thoughts in a web of confusion. Despite the warmth and kindness extended by my newfound packmates, I find myself irresistibly drawn to the quiet solitude of the second-floor hallway.

　　With each tentative step, I feel the unfamiliar terrain of my elevated status, grappling with the realization that once I am crowned as the official Luna- I can no longer traverse the realm of pack life as a mere omega.

　　As I steal a fleeting moment to catch my breath, the whispers of doubt echo in the recesses of my mind, threatening to erode the fragile facade of confidence I strive to maintain. The burden of leadership presses down upon me like a suffocating blanket, leaving me gasping for air in its relentless embrace.

　　But amidst the tumult of uncertainty, a flicker of determination ignites within me, driving me forward with renewed purpose. For I am not just a pawn in the grand tapestry of pack politics- I am the chosen Luna of the Sun Flower Pack, destined to lead with strength and grace in the face of adversity. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I refuse to falter in my resolve to uphold the legacy of my predecessors and carve out a brighter future for us all.

　　"Dana?" I pivoted on my heel to confront Barthel, who stood with a concerned expression etched upon his features.

　　"You followed me," I remarked, devoid of any semblance of humor.

　　He closed the distance between us, his gaze searching mine. "Well, are you okay?" His words were laced with genuine concern, a reflection of the worry etched into the lines of his face.

　　"I don't know what to feel..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Am I doing the right thing? Did people just know that I am gonna be their Luna?" The words tumbled from my lips, tinged with a surreal sense of disbelief that threatened to engulf me.

　　A cloud of uncertainty hung heavy in the air as I struggled to make sense of my swirling emotions. Moments ago, happiness had coursed through my veins like a rushing river, but now, it felt as though I stood on the precipice of a vast and uncharted sea of doubt.

　　"Yes," Barthel's voice, soft and reassuring, broke through the haze of my thoughts. "You've just become a beacon of hope to many within our pack," he affirmed, his words imbued with a quiet conviction that stirred something deep within me.

　　As Barthel's gentle touch graced my waist, guiding me to lean against the cool expanse of the wall, his words enveloped me like a comforting embrace.

　　"Farrah likes you. Not just her, but a lot. None of them judges you at all," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within me.

　　His fingers tenderly tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his touch igniting a flicker of warmth in the depths of my soul. "You look stunning and you act the most perfect way, so tell me what's wrong and what bothers you?" His words, spoken with such sincerity, stirred a longing within me to unburden my troubled heart.

　　A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I gazed into Barthel's eyes, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding. Yet, beneath the facade of contentment, a storm brewed within me, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to engulf me in its tumultuous wake.

　　"I did a thing that satisfies many, didn't I?" I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Countless individuals who once underestimated me now find themselves immobilized by shock at the revelation that I am gonna be the Luna of Sun Flower Pack. They never anticipated that this day would mark the announcement of your chosen mate..." The words spilled forth from my lips, each syllable tinged with a mixture of defiance and bitterness.