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.

the scene without further embarrassing myself. So, I could only bow to the crowd,

befall me that time, my

my chin. Even

from the

to hide my body, my exposed weakness, and things that I could be

nose and

get up to leave this place as

me, blocking the hot and

bending over with a hand

“Are you hurt?”

sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt

becoming mellow

blood boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on

end, I managed to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing the impulse that

lowered my eyes, trying to hide my feelings, as I

I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to touch

image of Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind,

to my feet. Then, I lifted my skirt a little

I ran past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his opened

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

nor did I dare to look at Enzo’s

was the only thought

gown, putting on a t-shirt and

my curly hair back up into a ponytail, finally

did I snap out of my

on my apron and went to the kitchen,

confined space seemed

cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get out

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

held back the pain and didn’t make a sound, then went to the corner to start preparing

my brain seemed to start working

understand why Melissa, who was supposed to be my best friend, would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look

from his body and felt a subtle change in my

things were going, I probably didn’t need to take Melissa’s place in this

into the mold, then set it inside the

someone at the kitchen

“Andrea.”

to meet Jesse’s

his head and raised his

turned away and continued whipping the

Can’t you hear

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

needed to.

wrist. Then, he took the pot from

but the others soon returned

nor

smeared into my eyes, and I could only use my apron to wipe the cream off

girl who gave me a hard time. It was a girl with a high ponytail and a black bustier