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.

and shouted

slipped, and my

this is disgusting!” Ellen snapped. Then, she

“Sorry.”

timely admission of faults sometimes saved me from severe

using hand gestures to tell her that I would

She grunted dismissively.

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

going to take Melissa’s place

agree. Look at her! She

on the task on hand, placing tomatoes

I didn’t care

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

and a mixed feeling flooded through

I walked out of the kitchen with the sandwich, I happened to see Melissa running upstairs to her

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

at least there was someone in this house who cared

at me but didn’t intentionally

and returned to the

makes isn’t that

on me again, but I didn’t

just a slave who could take good care

probably thought it was a shame to marry me

outside with a paint bucket to

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

brightly. I crouched on the roadside, painting under the sun with a sunhat on my head and work gloves on my hand.

find Jesse looking

his forehead, and he had his

was Melissa’s classmate. He was a commoner’s son and was younger than me by

up and gave him

out his hands from behind his back, and I

my hand, gesturing that

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

that he might be trying to ask me out on dates, so I stopped accepting his

someone wasn’t a crime. But

straightforward rejection was the greatest respect I could

hands and insisted I accept them, I told him firmly that