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.

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

to befall me that time,

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

and giggles coming from the crowd, and my

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

nose and

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

me, blocking

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

“Are you hurt?”

sound rang through

into my nose, becoming mellow and thick.

rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on him

over. I

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

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

entered my mind, and

dug into my palm as I clenched my fist harder before getting to my feet. Then, I lifted my skirt

felt my curls brush his opened

to hold something, but in the end, all that

didn’t dare look behind me, nor did I dare to look at Enzo’s

was the only thought in my

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

up into a ponytail, finally returning to my

then did I snap out of

put on my apron and went to the

the confined space seemed to

of the cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get out of the

kitchen counter, and the boiling

went

calmed down, my brain seemed to start working

my best friend, would do that to

his body and felt a

probably didn’t need to

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

was doing everything methodically until someone at the

“Andrea.”

to meet Jesse’s

and raised his eyebrows, studying

glanced at him, then turned away and continued whipping the light

Can’t you hear me,

I should be showing him respect. After all, he was a civilian, a position several notches above

think I needed to. I

someone gripped my 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

to help me nor spoke a

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

girl who gave me a hard time. It was