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. So, I could only bow

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

coming from the crowd, and my mind

my body, my exposed weakness, and things that I

nose and

braced myself against the ground as I tried to get up to leave this

blocking the hot

Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand held out to me. There

“Are you hurt?”

The sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt

cold scent of wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow and thick. It was sweet

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

won over. I clenched my fist tightly,

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

stop myself from wanting to touch his broad,

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

my fist harder before getting to my feet.

past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his opened

his fist as though trying to hold something,

did I dare to look at Enzo’s

only thought

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

into a ponytail, finally

did I snap out

apron and went to the kitchen, which was already

the confined space seemed

the cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get

on the 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

finally calmed down, my brain seemed to start

do that to me. I

his body and felt a

I probably didn’t need to

batter into the mold, then set it inside

someone at the

“Andrea.”

turned to meet

head and raised his eyebrows, studying me beneath

then turned away and continued whipping the

Can’t you

was using my status to remind me that I should be showing him respect. After all, he was a civilian, a position several notches

I needed to. I

from the stove and

came from around the kitchen, but the others soon returned to

me nor spoke a

could only use my apron to wipe the cream

the girl who gave me a hard time. It was a girl