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

and my

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

“Sorry.”

timely admission of faults

gestures to tell her that I would

She grunted dismissively.

them speaking in hushed tones from the dining

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

at her! She looks as though we forced

on the task on hand,

didn’t care

and shouted. “Mom, we were forcing her! Stop making things difficult for

a mixed feeling flooded through me

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

know that her tears were purely a masterful act she had put on to soften

I even felt that at least there was someone in this house who cared about me. That Melissa was the only one who gave me a hint

at me but didn’t intentionally trouble

turned and returned to

food she makes

but I didn’t think she was complimenting me

who could take good care of their family’s

probably thought it was a shame to marry me

I went outside with a paint bucket to repaint the house’s

white fences the other day, so I wanted to get this done

under the sun with a sunhat on my head and work gloves

pushed the brim of my hat up to find Jesse

was plastered to his forehead, and he had his usual bright

commoner’s son and was younger than

up and gave

his hands from behind his back, and I saw two fresh oranges in his

quickly waved my hand, gesturing that

of delicious food. At first, I accepted them and even gave him gifts in

ask me out on dates, so I stopped accepting his

someone wasn’t a crime. But I couldn’t string him

rejection was the

hands and insisted I accept them, I told him firmly that I would get married