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.

leave the scene without further embarrassing myself. So, I could only bow to the crowd, apologize, and then

misfortune chose to befall me that time, my

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

from the

I felt like burying myself in a hole to hide my body, my

nose and eyes

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

me, blocking the hot and blazing sun

raised my head slightly and found Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand held out to me. There was concern in his eyes that he

“Are you hurt?”

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

scent of wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow and

want to recklessly pounce

won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing the impulse

my feelings, as I

couldn’t stop myself from wanting to touch his broad, firm

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

fingernails dug 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

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

nor did I dare to look at

only thought in my

putting on a t-shirt and jeans

back up into a ponytail, finally returning

I snap out of my wretched

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

confined space seemed to get

cooks pushed me. “Shoo!

and the boiling

back the pain and didn’t make a sound, then went to the corner to

down, my brain seemed to

best friend, would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look when

his body and felt a subtle

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

mold, then set it inside the oven. Then,

doing everything methodically until someone

“Andrea.”

to

head and raised his eyebrows,

away and continued whipping

to you! Can’t you hear me,

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

needed to. I didn’t even bother lifting

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

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

nor spoke

I could only use my apron to wipe the cream

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