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.

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

me that time, my heels broke suddenly, and I fell to the

stuck to my chin. Even

coming from the crowd, and my mind went

hole to hide my body, my exposed weakness, and things that I could be bullied

and eyes were

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

me, blocking the hot and blazing

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

“Are you hurt?”

sound rang through my beating heart,

my nose, becoming mellow

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

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

eyes, trying to hide my feelings, as

closer to me, and I couldn’t stop myself

image of Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind,

as I clenched my fist harder before getting to my feet.

I felt my curls brush his

close his fist as though trying to hold something, but in

nor did I dare to

only thought

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

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

I snap out of my

went to the kitchen, which was already filled with several busy

in, the confined space seemed

the cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get out

the kitchen counter, and the boiling oil that spilled out

went to the corner to start preparing today’s dessert

I finally calmed down, my brain seemed to start working

my best friend, would do that to me. I also couldn’t forget Enzo’s look when he had bent over me

from his body and felt a subtle change

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

then set it inside the oven. Then, I started to whip the light

everything methodically until someone at the kitchen

“Andrea.”

to meet

his

turned away and continued

you! Can’t

I should be showing him respect.

I didn’t think I needed to. I

pot from the stove and dumped the

but the

help me nor

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

time. It was a girl with a high ponytail and a black