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

slipped, and

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

“Sorry.”

I’ve always known that timely admission of faults

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

She grunted dismissively.

for the kitchen, I heard them speaking in hushed

She’s going to take Melissa’s place soon. What if she gets frustrated and refuses to do so?”

her! She looks as though we

hand, placing tomatoes and

I didn’t

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

feeling

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

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

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

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

turned and returned

food she makes

again, but I didn’t think she was complimenting

I was just a slave who could take good care of their family’s daily

probably thought it was a shame to marry me off because of

a paint bucket to

day, so I wanted to get this done before I married

a sunhat on my head

up to find Jesse

to his forehead, and he had his usual

son and was younger than me by

straightened up and gave him

back, and I saw

hand, gesturing that I

of delicious food. At first, I accepted them and

that he might be trying to ask me

because I knew that liking someone

straightforward rejection was the greatest respect I could

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