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.

onto her plate and shouted coldly, “What did you even

and

is disgusting!” Ellen snapped. Then, she threw her food onto

“Sorry.”

immediately. I’ve always known that timely admission

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

She grunted dismissively.

leaving for the kitchen, I heard them speaking

She’s going to take Melissa’s place soon. What if she

She looks as though we

the task on hand, placing tomatoes

I didn’t

suddenly slammed the table and shouted. “Mom, we were forcing her! Stop making things difficult for her on purpose! I

a mixed feeling flooded through

with the sandwich, I happened to see Melissa running upstairs to her room. Her eyes were red, and she slammed the

naturally I didn’t know that her tears

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

made. She glanced at

returned to the

she makes isn’t that

again, but I didn’t think she

slave who could take good care of their family’s

shame to marry me off because of

I went outside with a paint

liked white fences the other day, so I

was shining brightly. I crouched on the roadside, painting under the sun with a sunhat on my head and work gloves on my hand. Suddenly, someone

find Jesse

brown hair was plastered to his forehead, and he

was Melissa’s classmate. He was a commoner’s son and was younger than me

and gave him

brought out his hands from behind his back, and

waved my hand, gesturing that

of delicious food. At first, I accepted

trying to ask me out on dates,

I knew that liking someone wasn’t a crime. But I couldn’t

opinion, a straightforward rejection was

after he pushed the oranges into my hands and insisted I accept them, I told him firmly