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.

shouted coldly, “What did you even make?

and my face

Ellen snapped.

“Sorry.”

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

her that I would make a new

She grunted dismissively.

the kitchen, I heard them speaking in hushed tones

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

to agree. Look at her! She looks as though we

sighed and focused on the task on hand, placing

I didn’t

were forcing her! Stop making

and a mixed feeling flooded through

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 shut

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

was someone in this house who cared about me. That Melissa was the only one who gave

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

and returned

food she makes

nitpicking on me again, but I didn’t think she was complimenting me

who could take good care of their family’s

was a shame to marry me

outside with a paint

so I wanted to get this done before

on the roadside, painting under the sun with a sunhat

brim of my hat up to find Jesse looking

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

He was a commoner’s son and was younger than me

straightened up and gave

behind his back, and I

my hand, gesturing

of delicious food. At first, I accepted

that he might be trying to ask me out

I knew that liking someone wasn’t

straightforward rejection was the greatest respect

hands and insisted I accept them, I told him