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.

and I didn’t know how to leave the scene without further embarrassing myself.

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

Even the crown had fallen off my head, making me look like

and giggles coming from the crowd, and my mind went

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

nose and eyes

the ground as I tried to get up to leave this

a shadow fell above me, blocking the hot and

bending over with a hand

“Are you hurt?”

The sound rang through my beating heart,

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

felt my blood boil rapidly, making me want to recklessly pounce on

logic won over. I

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

stop myself from

image of Melissa’s jealous glare entered my mind, and I gave up

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

past Enzo, I felt my curls brush his

his fist as though trying to hold something, but

nor did I dare to look at Enzo’s

only thought in my

custom-made gown, putting on a t-shirt and jeans that

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

I snap

and went to the

the confined

cooks pushed me. “Shoo! Get out of the

counter, and the

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

calmed down, my brain seemed to start working once

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

body and felt a subtle

the way things were going, I probably didn’t need to take

put the mixed cake batter into the mold, then set it

doing everything methodically until someone at the kitchen door called

“Andrea.”

turned to

tilted his head and raised his eyebrows,

turned away

Can’t

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

to. I

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

around the kitchen, but the

help me nor spoke a

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

me a hard time. It was