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,

misfortune chose to befall me that time, my heels broke

were bruised from the fall, and dust stuck to my chin. Even the crown had fallen off my head, making me look like an

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

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

nose and

get

a shadow fell above me, blocking the hot and blazing

Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand

“Are you hurt?”

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

wafted into my nose, becoming mellow and thick. It

me want to recklessly pounce on him

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

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

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

Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind, and

harder before getting to my feet. Then, I lifted my skirt a little and

ran past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his opened

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

didn’t dare look behind me, nor did I dare

only thought

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

back up into

snap out of my wretched

the kitchen, which

in, the confined space seemed to

of the cooks pushed me. “Shoo!

kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that spilled

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

down, my brain seemed

would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s

body and

things were going, I probably didn’t need

put the mixed cake batter into the mold, then set it inside the oven. Then,

was doing everything methodically until someone at the kitchen

“Andrea.”

to

tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, studying me beneath his

then turned away and continued whipping the light

Can’t you hear

remind me that I should be showing him respect. After

think I needed to. I didn’t even bother lifting my

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

around the kitchen, but the others soon returned to

came to help me nor spoke

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

gave me a hard time. It was a girl with