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.

embarrassing myself.

chose to befall me that time, my heels

Even the crown had fallen off my head, making me look

giggles coming from

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

and

ground as I tried to get up to leave this

above me, blocking the hot

hand held out to me. There was concern

“Are you hurt?”

breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and

nose, becoming mellow

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

to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched

hide my feelings, as I shook my

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

jealous glare entered

dug into my palm as I clenched my fist harder before getting to my feet. Then, I lifted

Enzo, I felt my curls

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

behind me, nor did

only thought in

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

back up into a ponytail, finally

I snap out of

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

confined

me.

the kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that

pain and didn’t make a sound, then went

calmed down, my brain seemed

supposed to be my best friend, would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look when he had bent over me just

his body and felt a subtle change

things were going, I probably didn’t

batter into the mold, then set it inside the oven. Then, I

was doing everything methodically until someone at the kitchen door called

“Andrea.”

to

raised his eyebrows,

then turned away and continued

Can’t you hear

showing him respect. After all, he

to. I didn’t even bother

gripped my wrist. Then, he took the pot from the stove and dumped the entire content

around the kitchen, but the others soon returned to

to help me nor

eyes, and I could only use my apron to wipe the

hard time. It was a girl with a high ponytail