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, and then awkwardly

if all misfortune chose to befall me that time, my heels broke suddenly, and I

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

heard shrieks and giggles coming from

in a hole to hide my body, my exposed weakness,

and eyes were

braced myself against the ground as I tried to get up to

blocking the hot and blazing sun

and found Alpha Enzo bending over with a hand held out to me.

“Are you hurt?”

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

wine wafted into my nose, becoming mellow and thick. It

blood boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on him

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

lowered my eyes, trying to hide my feelings, as I

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

entered my mind, and I gave

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

past Enzo, I felt

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

me, nor did I dare to look at

only thought in my

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

tied my curly hair back up into a ponytail,

did I snap out of

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

in, the confined space

cooks pushed me.

kitchen counter, and the boiling oil

make a sound, then went to the corner

calmed down, my brain seemed to start

that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look when he had bent over me just

the smell from his body and felt a subtle

I probably didn’t need

then set it inside the oven. Then, I started

everything methodically until someone

“Andrea.”

to meet

raised his

at him, then turned away and continued whipping

talking to you! Can’t you hear

status to remind me that I should be showing him respect. After all, he was a civilian, a position several notches

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

someone gripped my wrist. Then, he took the pot from the stove and dumped the entire

around the kitchen, but the others soon returned

one came to help me nor spoke

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

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