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.

fork onto her plate and shouted

and

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

“Sorry.”

admission of faults sometimes saved

her that I would make a new portion and

She grunted dismissively.

I heard them speaking in hushed

are you making things difficult for her? She’s going to take Melissa’s place

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

focused on the task on hand, placing

I didn’t

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

feeling flooded

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

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 cared about me. That Melissa was

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

turned and returned to the

food she makes isn’t that

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

I was just a slave who could take

thought it was a shame to marry me off because of

breakfast, I went outside with a paint bucket to repaint the house’s wooden

I

under the sun with a sunhat

to find

forehead, and he had his usual bright grin on

son

gave him a

back, and I saw two fresh oranges

my hand, gesturing

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

that he might be trying to ask me out on

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

a straightforward rejection was the greatest

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