I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 1

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.

I reached the floor of Alpha’s study, Ellen’s screams pierced my eardrums

shrill screaming because it

you want someone to marry, marry out that

 

Was she talking

the thought. For the first time, I was bold enough

 

angrily, “Melissa is my baby, she’s only 18 this year! There’s no way I’m letting her marry that

ear up to the door to hear better.

Michael was also in the room. Even with a door between us, I could smell the strong smell

 I 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

Or, more accurately, everyone

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

violent. He enjoys slaughtering so much that the

help but picture muscular man beating me a hundred times harder

“No. I won’t

and she choked back her sobs. “Mom, is there no

that mute,

 “But she’s just a slave,” Michael

she’s our daughter

 “Mom…”

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

that monster. He’s not good enough for me. Andrea is just a maid in our family, so it’s appropriate

mouth as my vision

somewhere to vent. I needed to run, get out of this house that only saw me as a slave and

could made sure I was unhindered to

back of the house and dashed through the

brushed my sides, thorns cut my feet and calves, but I was numb to the

stream at the pack border before

around in trance. I realized that I knew nothing about what the future held for

 I had a terrible headache, and I

air, I couldn’t tell what kind of

is like some nice wine, cold and

scent soothed my mind and

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