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

misfortune chose to befall me that time,

chin. Even the crown

from the crowd, and my

a hole to hide my body, my exposed weakness, and things

and eyes

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

a shadow fell above me, blocking the hot

over with a hand held out to me. There was concern in his

“Are you hurt?”

with the breeze. The sound rang through my beating heart, and it

into my nose, becoming mellow

me want to recklessly pounce

as logic won over. I clenched my fist tightly, suppressing the

my feelings, as I shook my

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

entered my mind,

clenched my fist harder before getting to my feet. Then, I lifted my skirt

felt my curls brush

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

didn’t dare look behind me, nor did

the only thought in my

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

up into a ponytail, finally returning to my

then did I snap out

to the kitchen, which was already

the confined space

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

the kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that spilled

held back the pain and didn’t make a sound, then went to the corner to start preparing today’s

I finally calmed down, my brain seemed to start working once

was supposed to be my best friend, would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget

smell from his body and

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

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

was doing everything methodically until someone at the

“Andrea.”

to meet

his eyebrows, studying me beneath his

then turned away and

you! Can’t you

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

I didn’t think I needed to.

took the pot from the stove and dumped the entire content

but the

one came to help me nor spoke

use my apron to wipe the

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