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.”

was a little confused at

imagined that these people who were just humiliating me a few moments ago would now be bowing

head slightly, looked into my eyes as though

compared to the fake smiles on Molly and Jesse’s face, I could feel that Enzo’s smile reached

went blank at his smile, and I could only nod

up and gave the two

fled the living room,

smile I had seen earlier. His mood changed so fast

maniac approached me and said with a lowered voice, “Why did you run away so quickly just now?

leaning

and it felt like my heart

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

was covered in sweet cream right

jumped back in surprise, covering

lips, and he said playfully, “Are

taunting me, but I was

running? Again?” Enzo grabbed me by the

scent of alcohol coming from him once more

legs went weak and limp, as though I had been thrown into a wine jar

sure of his identity. He was my

mate was an incredibly joyous occasion, after

slave, and I wouldn’t be good enough for Enzo. Plus, I couldn’t steal him from

over the skin at

anymore, you hear me?” He

or aggressive, even gentle

only stand still and

must look