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.

slammed her fork onto her plate and shouted coldly, “What did you

slipped, and my face turned

disgusting!” Ellen snapped. Then, she threw

“Sorry.”

apologized immediately. I’ve always known that timely admission of faults sometimes saved

tell her that I

She grunted dismissively.

kitchen, I heard them speaking in

take Melissa’s place soon. What if she gets frustrated and

She looks as

on the task on hand, placing

didn’t care

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

a mixed feeling flooded through me

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

know that her tears were purely a masterful act she

even felt that at least there was someone in this house who cared about me. That

made. She glanced at me

and returned

food she makes isn’t that

on me again, but I didn’t

her, I was just a slave who could take good care of

shame to marry me off

a paint

liked white fences the other day, so I

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

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

was plastered to his forehead, and he had

was a commoner’s son and

and gave

his back, and I saw two fresh oranges

quickly waved my hand, gesturing

always bring me all sorts of delicious food. At first, I accepted them and even

trying to ask me out on dates, so I stopped accepting his

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

my opinion, a straightforward rejection was

and insisted I