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.

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

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

the fall, and dust stuck to my chin. Even the crown had fallen off my head,

and giggles coming from the crowd,

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

nose and

as I tried to get up to leave this

me, blocking the

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

“Are you hurt?”

The sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt like fireworks had

nose, becoming mellow and thick. It was

making me want to recklessly pounce on him in the next

myself in as logic won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing

eyes, trying to hide my feelings, as I

came closer to me, and I couldn’t stop myself

glare entered my mind, and I gave up those

to my feet. Then, I lifted my

felt my curls brush his opened

trying to hold something, but in the end, all that was left for him

me, nor did I dare

the only

custom-made gown, putting on a

tied my curly hair back up into a

did I snap out

on my apron and went to the

the confined space seemed

cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get

the kitchen counter, and the boiling

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

my brain seemed to

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

body and

the way things were going, I probably didn’t need to take Melissa’s

the mold, then set it

someone at

“Andrea.”

turned to meet

his eyebrows, studying me beneath his

him, then turned away and continued whipping the light

to you! Can’t

should be showing him

I needed to. I

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

kitchen, but the others

me nor spoke a word

could only use my apron to

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