I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 4

The pain in my wrist increased. I frowned and turned to Melissa to tell her about it, when I saw the glare that she couldn’t hide in time directed at me.

Melissa suddenly pushed me behind her, stepping between Enzo and me when he tried to get closer to me.

Enzo furrowed his brows, looking a little unpleased.

Michael smiled and introduced, “This is my-”

“My name is Melissa. I’m my father’s only daughter. Hello, Alpha Enzo.” Melissa interrupted Michael before he could finish speaking.

I stood behind Melissa, a little confused for a moment.

I saw Enzo blink, and he gave her an awkward yet polite smile.

He turned to Michael and asked, “And the lady behind this young lady is…?”

“She’s-”

“She’s my family’s slave,” Melissa interrupted once more.

I shot Melissa a shocking look. This person was my best friend?!

She never allowed me to call myself a slave, yet here she was, revealing my identity in full view of everyone present.

I saw the astonished looks and regretful sounds from the people around us. Even several people present were both friends of Melissa and mine. Their eyes are filled with shock and sympathy, even contempt and mockery.

After seeing the way they examined me, I could no longer lift my head.

The crystal crown on my head was heavy, and it made my neck sore. The gorgeous gown on me even became suffocating for a moment…

Enzo’s voice came from above me after that, “Slave?”

Blood instantly rushed to my cheeks at that moment. A burning feeling pierced through my skin and right into the depths of my soul.

This was the first time in my life that I felt humiliated.

I wanted so badly to bury myself in a hole and not be standing here in front of so many people. Especially not in front of Alpha Enzo.

“Yes. But she’s also a good friend of mine, so I let her wear my dress to this welcome party. However…”

Melissa turned her head to me and smiled.

“My slave… No, my friend doesn’t seem to fit in either way.”

I shuddered, feeling like the gorgeous gown on me was the greatest irony.

Melissa continued, “I don’t blame you. It’s your first time at a party, after all. It’s difficult to adapt, so perhaps it’s better if you return to the kitchen.”

She seemed to be reassuring me on the surface, but in fact I knew that she was asking me to disappear instantly.

I looked at Melissa, wanting to find a hint of reluctance on her face, but I only saw a smile that was so different from the cheerful, beautiful smile that I remembered.

anything, and I didn’t know how to leave the scene without further embarrassing myself.

that time, my heels broke

my chin. Even the crown

shrieks and giggles coming from the crowd, and my mind went

burying myself in a hole to hide my body, my exposed weakness,

nose and eyes were

against the ground as I tried to get up

shadow fell above me, blocking the

hand held out to me. There was concern in

“Are you hurt?”

rang through my beating

scent of wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow

felt my blood boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on him in the next second to taste

to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched my

hide my feelings, as I shook my head quickly to indicate I

I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to touch

the image of Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind, and I gave up

fist harder before getting to my feet. Then, I lifted my skirt a little and ran towards the

felt my curls brush his opened

trying to hold something, but in the end, all that was left for

dare look behind me, nor did I dare

only

and changed out of the custom-made gown, putting on a t-shirt and jeans that I

tied my curly hair back up into a ponytail, finally returning

then did I snap out of

my apron and went to the kitchen, which was

the confined space seemed to get

pushed me. “Shoo!

on the kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that spilled out burned

the pain and didn’t make a sound, then went to

down, my brain seemed to start working once

do that to me. I

and felt a subtle change

I probably didn’t need to take Melissa’s place

into the mold, then set it inside the oven.

someone at the kitchen door called my

“Andrea.”

to meet Jesse’s

and raised his

away and

Can’t you

should be showing him respect. After all, he was a civilian, a

to. I didn’t

took the pot from the stove and

around the kitchen, but the

to help me nor

my apron to wipe the cream off my

hard time. It was a girl