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.

her plate and shouted coldly, “What did you even make?

hand slipped, and my face

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

“Sorry.”

admission of faults sometimes saved

that I would

She grunted dismissively.

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

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

has to agree. Look at her! She looks as

and focused on the task on hand, placing tomatoes and ham on

I didn’t

table and shouted. “Mom, we were forcing her! Stop making

mixed feeling flooded through me for

see Melissa running upstairs

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

there was someone in this house who

Ellen the sandwich I had made. She glanced at

returned

makes isn’t

on me again, but I didn’t

who could

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

I went outside with a paint bucket to repaint

the other day, so I wanted to get this done

painting under the sun with a sunhat on

find Jesse looking at me with both hands

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

commoner’s son and was younger than

straightened up and gave him

his hands from behind his back, and I saw two

gesturing that I didn’t want

delicious food. At first, I

sensed that he might be trying to ask me out on dates, so

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

my opinion, a straightforward rejection was the greatest

I accept them, I told him firmly that I would get married