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,

hand slipped, and my face turned

I said this is disgusting!” Ellen snapped. Then, she

“Sorry.”

I’ve always known that timely admission of

my plate, using hand gestures to tell her that I would make

She grunted dismissively.

them speaking in hushed tones from the dining

her? She’s going to take Melissa’s place

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

task on hand, placing tomatoes

I didn’t

were forcing her! Stop making things difficult for her on purpose! I already feel so

feeling

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

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

I even felt that at least there was someone in this house who cared about me. That Melissa was the only one

sandwich I had made. She glanced at me but didn’t intentionally

turned and returned

she makes isn’t

I didn’t think

was just a slave who could

thought it was a shame to marry me off

paint bucket to repaint the house’s wooden

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

sunhat on my head and work gloves on

of my hat up to find Jesse looking at me with both hands behind

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

He was a commoner’s son and

straightened up and gave him a

brought out his hands from behind his back, and I saw two fresh oranges

gesturing that I didn’t want

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

be trying to ask me out

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

opinion, a straightforward rejection was the greatest respect I

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