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,

if all misfortune chose to befall me that time,

my chin. Even the crown

from the crowd, and my mind

like burying myself in a hole to hide my body, my exposed weakness,

and eyes were

as I tried to get up to

me, blocking the hot and blazing sun

my head slightly and found Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand

“Are you hurt?”

drifted into my ears along with the breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt like

nose, becoming mellow and thick. It

want to recklessly pounce on him in the

won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing the

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

and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting

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

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

past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his

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

nor did I dare to

was the only thought

custom-made gown, putting on

into a ponytail, finally returning to my original

then did I snap out of my wretched

put on my apron and went to the kitchen, which was already filled with several

went in, the confined space seemed to get

the cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get out of

the boiling oil that

then went to the corner to start preparing

I finally calmed down, my brain

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 bent over me

and felt a subtle change

things were going, I probably didn’t need to take Melissa’s place in this

cake batter into the mold, then set it inside the oven. Then, I started to

methodically until someone at the kitchen door

“Andrea.”

turned to

his head and raised his eyebrows, studying

away and continued whipping

you! Can’t you hear me,

to remind me that I should be showing him

didn’t think I needed to. I didn’t even

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

the kitchen, but

help me nor

into my eyes, and I could only use my apron to wipe the cream off my face

who gave me a hard time. It was a girl with a high ponytail