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.

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

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

want someone to marry, marry out that

she talking about

 I shivered at the thought. For the first time, I was bold enough to eavesdrop on their

no

pressed my ear up to the door to hear

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

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

that name. Or, more accurately,

Cold Moon Pack’s new Alpha.

and extremely violent. He enjoys slaughtering so

picture muscular man beating me a hundred times harder

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

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

you, we can let that mute, Andrea,

just a slave,” Michael said.

daughter

 “Mom…”

was relieved to hear Melissa speaking again. Melissa was my

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

as my vision darkened

hurriedly finished the work I had remaining, needing somewhere to vent. I needed to run, get out of this house that only

my wolf, Andy, could made sure I was unhindered to in the

the back of the house and dashed

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

at the pack border before I finally

short break, I looked up and looked around in trance. I realized that I knew nothing about what

and I didn’t know where to

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

is like some nice wine, cold

soothed my mind