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,

hand slipped, and my face

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

“Sorry.”

I’ve always known that timely admission of faults sometimes

took my plate, using hand gestures to tell her that I would make a new portion and ask

She grunted dismissively.

I heard them speaking

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

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

task on hand, placing tomatoes and ham on

didn’t care

Melissa 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 me

sandwich, I happened to see Melissa running upstairs to her room. Her eyes were red, and she slammed the

doors, and naturally I didn’t know that her tears were purely a masterful act

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

at me but didn’t intentionally

and returned to the

makes isn’t

again, but I didn’t

could take good care of their family’s daily

it was a shame to marry me off because

a paint bucket to repaint the house’s wooden

fences the other day, so I wanted to get this done before I married out to

sunhat on my head and work gloves on my hand. Suddenly,

pushed the brim of my hat up to find

hair was plastered to his forehead, and he

was a commoner’s son and

straightened up and gave

his back, and I saw two fresh oranges

waved my hand, gesturing that I

sorts of delicious food. At first, I accepted them

be trying to ask me out on dates, so

liking someone wasn’t a crime. But I

my opinion, a straightforward rejection was the greatest respect I

my hands and insisted I accept them, I told