I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 2

I place everyone’s breakfast on the table and only took a seat once Alpha Michael, Luna, and Melissa were seated.

Alpha Michael rarely spoke during meals, but today he called out my name, which was unlike him.

“Andrea, you’re 20 years old this year, aren’t you?”

I frowned slightly. I put down my fork and shook my head, then hand gestured Michael that I was 19 years old.

Alpha Michael raised an eyebrow, obviously not concerned about it. He continued, “You’re not young either way. It’s time for you to get married.”

I tensed up at that moment. I knew what he wanted to say.

He’s still enjoying his breakfast, like my marriage wasn’t worth discussing.

“You know about the Cold Moon Pack’s Alpha, don’t you?” Michael said as he held a piece of sliced bacon to his lips, waiting for my response.

I nodded.

Michael swallowed his food and praised me, “The bacon tastes good today. I believe that it’ll be good for you to marry Alpha Enzo. It would be beneficial for both packs.”

I stiffened and turned to Melissa to see her reaction.

However, Melissa had her gaze fixed on her food.

Ellen tapped my plate with her utensil, and her sharp voice rang out loudly, “What are you looking at her for? Are you asking Melissa to go instead? That’s not going to happen. She’s going to be Alpha in the future!”

I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t mean that.

Ellen rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t forget that you’re just a slave! To marry Alpha Enzo as our daughter is something you should be grateful for!”

I would indeed be grateful to them if I didn’t know what kind of person Alpha Enzo was or didn’t realize that this was their ploy for me to marry him instead of Melissa.

“Yes.” I lowered my head and spoke indifferently.

I had no reason to refuse. I was just a slave, after all. My status had already sealed my fate from the start.

If I refused, Ellen would probably drag me to the back of the mountain and tear me to pieces.

I hastily stuffed the food into my mouth. I wanted to finish eating and leave as soon as possible.

and shouted coldly, “What did

slipped, and

this is disgusting!” Ellen snapped. Then,

“Sorry.”

known that timely admission of faults sometimes saved

took my plate, using hand gestures to tell her that I would make a new portion and ask her to wait

She grunted dismissively.

leaving for the kitchen, I heard them speaking in hushed tones from the dining

take Melissa’s place soon. What if she gets frustrated and refuses to

has to agree. Look at her! She looks as though we

on the task on hand, placing tomatoes and ham on slices of

I didn’t care

her! Stop making things difficult for

feeling flooded through me

of the kitchen with the sandwich, I happened to see Melissa running upstairs to her room. Her eyes were red,

didn’t know that her tears were purely a masterful act she had put

I even felt that at least there was someone in this house who cared about me. That Melissa was

the sandwich I had made. She glanced at me but didn’t intentionally trouble

returned to

food she makes isn’t

started nitpicking on me again, but I

a slave who could take good care

shame to marry me off because of

outside with a paint bucket to repaint the house’s

told me that she liked white fences the other day, so I wanted to get this done before I married out

sun with a sunhat on my head and work gloves on my hand. Suddenly,

pushed the brim of my hat up to find Jesse looking at me with both hands

and he had his usual bright grin on

He was a commoner’s son

straightened up and gave him a

from behind his back, and I saw two fresh oranges

my hand, gesturing

At first, I accepted them and even gave him

might be trying to ask me out on dates, so I stopped accepting his

that liking someone

opinion, a straightforward rejection was

hands and insisted I accept them, I told him