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.

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

 Honestly, I instinctively dreaded that her shrill screaming because it always accompanies beating for

someone to marry, marry out

 

she talking

thought. For the first time, I was bold

 

she’s only 18 this year! There’s no

up to the door

a door between us, I

say, “But a marriage alliance is the only way right now. The Silver Mountain Pack up north is constantly starting fights, and the

name. Or, more accurately, everyone knew who he

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

violent. He enjoys slaughtering so much that the

 I couldn’t help but picture muscular man beating me

continued to object, “No. I won’t let Melissa suffer through

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

that mute, Andrea, take your place and

just a slave,” Michael said.

so, she’s our daughter

 “Mom…”

Melissa was my best friend.

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 Alpha Enzo will like her though, since she’s not as

as my

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 I was unhindered to in the

the back of the

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

at the pack border before I finally stopped and took deep

looked up and looked around in trance. I realized that I

a terrible headache, and I didn’t know where to

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

some nice wine, cold and

 The scent soothed my mind and relieved the

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