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

time,

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

giggles coming from the crowd, and

myself in a hole to hide my

and eyes

I tried to get up to leave this place as

shadow fell above me, blocking the hot

bending over with a hand held out to me.

“Are you hurt?”

deep voice drifted into my ears along with the breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt like fireworks had exploded in

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

making me want to recklessly pounce on him in

to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing the impulse that screamed at

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

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

glare entered my mind, and I gave

my palm as I clenched my fist harder before getting to my

I felt

something, but in the end, all that was left for

look behind me, nor did I dare to look at Enzo’s

was the only

the custom-made gown, putting

tied my curly hair back up into a ponytail, finally returning to my original

did I snap out of

the

went in, the confined space seemed to get

me. “Shoo! Get out of the

the boiling oil that spilled

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

calmed down, my brain seemed to start working

friend, would do that

smell from his body and felt a

probably didn’t need to take Melissa’s

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

everything methodically until someone at the

“Andrea.”

turned to

and raised his eyebrows, studying me beneath

turned away and continued whipping the

talking to you! Can’t you

that I should be showing him respect. After all, he was a civilian, a position

I needed to. I didn’t

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

but

nor spoke a

smeared into my eyes, and I could only use my

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