I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 5

Enzo raised his brow as he shook off Jesse’s already crippled hand and snorted, “What, are you guys slaves in this house too?”

“What?!” Molly exclaimed.

I could sense that she hadn’t said that out of anger, just shocked and confused, as though she didn’t understand Enzo’s words.

After all, Enzo was a murderous, bloodthirsty devil in the rumor.

Enzo pulled a napkin from the side table and carefully wiped his hand that had touched Jesse’s hand. Then, he sneered, “If you’re not slaves, what are you doing here?”

Jesse raised his chin and said, “This slave provoked us first. We were just-”

“I’m sorry, Alpha Enzo. This was our fault,” Molly said and covered Jesse’s mouth just in time.

She was shaking so badly, as though she was terrified of Enzo.

“Since it’s your fault, apologize.” Enzo’s voice was soft, but it was intimidating.

Molly stiffened.

After a few seconds, she gave me a forced smile, blinked her reddened eyes, and said, “I’m sorry, Andrea. Forgive my rudeness.”

Then, she tugged on the hem of Jesse’s shirt, signaling him to hurry up and apologize.

Jesse was still glaring at me, and there was evident reluctance in his eyes.

But after he looked at Enzo’s cold gaze, he gave in.

“Sorry.”

little confused at this

who were just humiliating me a few moments ago would now be bowing their heads

as though he asked for my opinion, and said, “Do you

had a smile on his face. But compared to the fake smiles on Molly and Jesse’s face, I

blank at his smile, and

two a icy look. “Get

the living room, Enzo turned to me once

the gentle smile I had seen earlier. His mood changed

a lowered voice, “Why did you run away so quickly just now? Were you afraid I’d

leaning

felt a rush of heat running up my neck and cheeks, and it felt

me and smiled again. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite…

I was covered in sweet cream right now and that

back in surprise, covering

stunned for a moment. Then, a smile spread on his lips, and he

he was flirting and not taunting me, but I was still

me by the collar

of alcohol coming from him once more at

went weak and limp, as though I had been

was sure of his identity. He was

one’s mate was

that I was just a slave, and I wouldn’t be good enough for Enzo. Plus,

skin at the side of my neck. Goosebumps crawled over

anymore, you hear me?” He whispered in

didn’t sound angry or aggressive, even

only stand

gosh, I must