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.

further embarrassing myself. So, I could only bow to the crowd, apologize, and then awkwardly fled the

misfortune chose to befall me that time, my

chin. Even the crown had

heard shrieks and giggles coming from the crowd, and my

in a hole to hide my body, my

nose and

ground as I tried to get up to

above me, blocking

Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand held out to me. There was concern in his eyes that

“Are you hurt?”

with the breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt like fireworks had exploded in

of wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow and thick.

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

end, I managed to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched my fist

feelings, as I shook my

hand came closer to me, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to touch

jealous glare entered my mind, and

as I clenched my fist harder before getting to my feet. Then, I

I felt my

to hold something, but in the

didn’t dare look behind me, nor did I

the only thought in my

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

hair back up into a ponytail, finally returning to my

did I snap out of my wretched

on my apron and went to the kitchen, which was already filled with several

the confined space

the cooks pushed me.

the kitchen counter, and the

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

I finally calmed down, my brain seemed

be my best friend, would do that

from his body and felt a subtle change in

didn’t

put the mixed cake batter into the mold, then set it inside the oven. Then, I started to whip

everything methodically until someone at the

“Andrea.”

turned to meet

tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, studying me beneath

turned away and continued whipping

Can’t you hear me,

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

think I needed to. I

my wrist. Then, he took the pot from the stove and

kitchen, but the others soon returned to

nor

use my apron to

It was a girl with