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.

and I didn’t know how to leave the scene without further embarrassing myself. So, I could only bow to the crowd,

if all misfortune chose to befall me that time, my heels broke

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

shrieks and giggles coming from the crowd, and

myself in a hole to hide my body,

and eyes were

the ground as I tried to get up to leave this place as soon

above me, blocking the hot and blazing

raised my head slightly and found Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand held out to me.

“Are you hurt?”

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

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

recklessly pounce on him

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

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

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

of Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind, and I gave up

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

ran past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his

trying to hold something, but in the

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

the only thought

room and changed out of the custom-made gown, putting on

up into a

then did I snap out

my apron and went to the

in, the confined

me. “Shoo! Get out

on the kitchen counter, and the boiling

then went to the corner to start preparing

finally calmed down, my brain seemed

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

his body and felt a subtle

things were going, I probably didn’t need to

mixed cake batter into the mold, then set it inside

doing everything methodically until someone at the kitchen door called

“Andrea.”

to meet

head and raised his eyebrows, studying

then turned away

you! Can’t

I should be showing him respect. After all, he

I needed to. I didn’t

took the pot from the stove and dumped the entire content over

around the kitchen, but the

nor spoke

I could only use my apron to wipe the cream off my face

hard time. It was a girl with a high ponytail and a black