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,

to befall me that time, my heels broke suddenly, and I

dust stuck to my chin. Even the crown had fallen off my head, making me look like an

from the crowd, and my

my body, my exposed weakness, and things that

nose and

tried to get up to leave

fell above me, blocking the

a hand held out to me. There was concern in his eyes

“Are you hurt?”

ears along with the breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and

cold scent of wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow

felt my blood boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on

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

lowered my eyes, trying to hide my feelings, as I shook my head quickly

and I couldn’t stop myself from

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

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

felt my curls brush his opened

fist as though trying to hold something, but in the end, all that was

didn’t dare look behind me, nor did

the only thought in

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

into a ponytail, finally returning to my

snap out

apron and went to the kitchen, which was already

the confined space seemed

pushed me.

kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that spilled

didn’t make a sound, then went to the corner to start preparing today’s dessert from the

calmed down, my brain seemed to start working

do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look when he had bent

his body and felt a subtle change in

the way things were going, I probably didn’t

the mold, then set it inside the oven. Then, I started to whip the

methodically until someone at the kitchen door called my

“Andrea.”

to

head and raised his eyebrows, studying me

away and continued whipping the

talking to you! Can’t

I should be showing him

I didn’t think I needed to.

wrist. Then, he took the pot from

kitchen, but the

came to help me nor spoke a word

use my apron to wipe the cream off my face

hard time. It was a girl with a high