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.

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

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

someone to marry, marry out

Was she talking about

For the first time, I was

There’s no way I’m letting

up to the door to hear better.

in the room. Even with a door between us,

Silver Mountain Pack up north is constantly starting fights, and the only one who can match them now is Alpha Enzo. Now that

Weiss. I knew that name. Or, more

 He was the Cold Moon Pack’s new

rumours that he was tough-build, muscular, and extremely violent. He enjoys slaughtering so much that the smell of fresh blood has

but picture muscular man beating me a hundred times harder

to object, “No. I won’t let

the room too, and she choked

that mute, Andrea, take your place and marry

 “But she’s just a slave,” Michael

daughter on paper,” Ellen

 “Mom…”

 I was relieved to hear Melissa speaking again. Melissa was my best friend. She would defend for me,

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

 I covered my mouth as my vision darkened around

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

but my wolf, Andy, could made sure I was unhindered

of the house

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

pack border before I finally stopped and

trance. I realized that I

terrible headache, and I didn’t know

point, an unusual smell punched through the air, I couldn’t tell

like some nice

 The scent soothed my mind and relieved the