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.

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

instinctively dreaded that her shrill screaming

you want someone to marry, marry out that

 

Was she

thought. For the first time, I was bold

 

is my baby, she’s only 18 this year! There’s no way I’m letting her

ear up to the

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

Mountain Pack up north is constantly starting fights,

Weiss. I knew that name. Or, more accurately,

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

He enjoys slaughtering so much that the

couldn’t help but picture muscular man beating me a

continued to object, “No. I won’t let

too, and she choked back her sobs. “Mom,

can let that mute, Andrea, take

she’s just a slave,” Michael said.

she’s our daughter on paper,”

 “Mom…”

again. Melissa was

a maid in our family, so it’s appropriate for

covered my mouth as my

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

back of the house and dashed

my sides, thorns cut my feet and

border

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

terrible headache, and I didn’t know where to

punched through the air,

like some nice wine, cold

soothed my mind and relieved the headache

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