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

slipped, and my

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

“Sorry.”

that timely admission of faults

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

She grunted dismissively.

I heard them speaking in hushed tones

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

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

hand, placing

didn’t care

were forcing her! Stop making things difficult for

feeling

to see Melissa running upstairs

smug she smiled behind closed doors, and naturally I didn’t know that her tears were purely a masterful act she had put on

more ridiculously, I even felt that at least there was someone in this house who cared about me. That Melissa was

gave Ellen the sandwich I had made. She glanced at me but didn’t intentionally trouble

and returned

she makes

me again, but I didn’t think

was just a slave who could

was a shame to marry me off because

outside with a paint

me that she liked white fences the other day, so I wanted to get this done before I married out

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

the brim of my hat up to find Jesse

forehead, and he had his usual bright grin

Melissa’s classmate. He was a commoner’s son and was

gave him a

brought out his hands from behind his back, and I saw

quickly waved my hand, gesturing

delicious food. At first, I accepted them and even

ask me out on dates, so I stopped accepting his

I knew that liking someone wasn’t

opinion, a straightforward rejection was the

after he pushed the oranges into my hands and insisted I