I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in a small kitchen utility room.

An adopted orphan can’t have a bed. When I was young, I slept under a low table. Melissa gave me her old mattress as she grew older, which was the only comfortable thing I had. 

Melissa was a year younger than me, and she was Alpha Michael and Luna Ellen’s daughter.

My mother was Alpha’s sister and Luna’s best friend, and she died giving birth to me. As of my father, I’ve never heard anything about him from Luna and Alpha. Not sure if he is dead. 

The Alpha took me in because of my alpha bloodline but they still blamed me for my mom’s death. Their hatred has caused me endless torture and bullying.

When I was four, I had to help in the kitchen. When I was tall enough to reach the bed, I had to help with the beddings. They’d beat me to half dead for the smallest mistakes I made, and cold leftovers would be too much to ask for sometimes.

I was never allowed to eat at the table, nor to say anything other than “sorry” and “yes” or they beat me. 

Luna once said that all I had to do was nod my head and pretend to be mute. 

My miserable life took a turn when Melissa turned five. 

She pleaded my case, and they gave me a chance to eat at the table like a pack member.

From then on, my life wasn’t a that terrible. 

Melissa introduces her friends to me. She also gave me comfortable clothes to wear.

She never see me as a slave. To Melissa’s friends, I was her elder sister.

Thanks to her, I had a glimmer of hope in this awful life.

I pushed away those thoughts, continuing to work.

I had to clean the house for the rest of the day. If Ellen were to found hair strand on the carpet tomorrow, she would strangle me.

I soaked the rag in water, then knelt on the ground to wipe the floor.

Summer evenings were always muggy. I tried to wipe the sweat off my brow, only to have dirty water from the rag splash on my face.

 It did cool me off a lot, though. Thank god for that.

 I tried to move slowly and be quiet so that I wouldn’t bump into anything that would disturb people resting in the room.

Alpha’s study, Ellen’s screams pierced my eardrums through the wooden

shrill screaming because it always accompanies beating for

you want someone to

she talking

 I shivered at the thought. For the first time, I

only 18 this year! There’s no way I’m letting her marry that notorious Alpha who know nothing other

ear up to

in the room. Even with a door between us, I could smell the

heard him say, “But a marriage alliance is the only way right now. The Silver Mountain Pack up north is constantly starting fights, and the only one who can match them now is Alpha Enzo. Now that he proposed, we can’t refuse it, no matter

name. Or, more accurately, everyone

was the Cold Moon Pack’s new Alpha. 22 years old,

tough-build, muscular, and extremely violent. He enjoys slaughtering so much that the

picture muscular man beating me a hundred

I won’t let Melissa suffer

in the room too, and she choked back her sobs. “Mom, is there

we can let that mute, Andrea, take your place and

she’s just a slave,”

she’s our daughter on paper,”

 “Mom…”

Melissa speaking again. Melissa was my best friend. She would defend for me,

have Andrea go instead of me. I am not marrying that monster. He’s not good enough for me. Andrea is just a maid in our family, so it’s appropriate for her to marry him. I don’t know if

 I covered my mouth as my vision darkened around

finished the work I had remaining, needing somewhere to vent. I needed to run, get out of this house that only saw me as a slave and an object to be traded!

already night, but my wolf, Andy, could made sure

back of the house and

and calves,

the stream at the pack border before I finally stopped and took deep

up and looked around in trance. I realized

terrible headache, and

some point, an unusual smell punched through the air, I couldn’t tell what kind of

is like some nice wine, cold and

my mind and relieved the headache I