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.

slammed her fork onto her plate and shouted coldly, “What did you even make? It’s

and

is disgusting!” Ellen

“Sorry.”

I’ve always known that timely admission of faults sometimes saved

using hand gestures to tell her that I would make a new portion and ask her

She grunted dismissively.

the kitchen, I heard them speaking in hushed tones from the

things difficult for her? She’s going to take Melissa’s place soon. What

She looks as though we forced

hand, placing tomatoes and ham

didn’t care

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

feeling

happened to see Melissa running upstairs

and smug she smiled behind closed doors, and naturally I didn’t know that her tears were purely a masterful act

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

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

and returned

she makes isn’t that

but I didn’t think she was complimenting me

slave who could take good care

shame to marry me off

paint bucket to repaint the house’s wooden

that she liked white fences the other day, so I wanted

I crouched on the roadside, painting under the sun with a sunhat

the brim of my hat up to find Jesse looking at me

forehead, and

commoner’s son and was younger

gave him

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

waved my hand, gesturing that I

always bring me all sorts of delicious food. At first, I

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

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

rejection was the greatest

the oranges into my hands and insisted I accept them, I told