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.

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

to befall me that time, my heels broke suddenly, and

stuck to my chin. Even the crown

and giggles coming from the crowd, and my mind went

my body, my exposed weakness,

and eyes

tried to get up to

above me, blocking the hot

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

“Are you hurt?”

sound rang through my beating heart, and it felt like

into my nose, becoming mellow and thick. It was sweet and tempting like

boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on him in the next

to rein myself in as logic won over. I clenched

my feelings, as I shook my head quickly to indicate I

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

entered

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

I ran past Enzo, I felt my curls brush

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

dare look behind me, nor did

the only thought

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

hair back up into a

I snap out of my wretched

apron and went to the kitchen, which was already filled with

in, the confined space

the cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get

on the kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that

went to the corner to start preparing today’s

I finally calmed down, my brain

be my best friend, would do 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

didn’t need

it inside the oven.

doing everything methodically until someone at

“Andrea.”

to

his head and raised his eyebrows,

then turned away and continued

Can’t you hear me,

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

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

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

kitchen, but the others soon returned

nor spoke

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

time. It was a girl with a high ponytail and