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.”

a little

me a few moments ago would now be bowing their heads to me. It was

my eyes as though he asked

the fake smiles

at his smile, and I could only nod along

and gave the two

Molly and Jessy fled the living room, Enzo

I had seen earlier. His mood changed so fast that I could hardly

bloodthirsty maniac approached me and said with a lowered voice, “Why did you run

was leaning too

and it felt like my

and smiled again. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite… Even if you do look like a sweet piece of cake

that I was covered in sweet cream right now and that I must look

in surprise, covering my head

for a moment. Then, a smile spread on his lips, and he said playfully, “Are you hiding

was sure he was flirting and not taunting me, but I was still nervous as hell and instinctively

grabbed me by

the seductive scent of alcohol coming from him once more at

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

time, I was sure of his

was an incredibly

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

little, his breath spraying over the skin at the side of

away anymore, you hear me?”

sound angry or aggressive, even gentle to

stand

my gosh, I must look