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 confused at

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

as though he asked for my

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

mind went blank at his smile, and

and gave the two a

Molly and Jessy fled the living room, Enzo turned to

me the gentle smile I had seen earlier. His mood

said with a lowered voice, “Why did you run away so quickly just now? Were you afraid

leaning too

neck and cheeks, and it felt like my heart had jumped right up into

again. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite… Even if you do look

suddenly recalled that I was covered in sweet cream right now and that I

in surprise, covering my head with

Then, a smile spread on his lips, and he said playfully, “Are you hiding your wolf ears, Miss

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

grabbed me by the collar

clearly smell the seductive scent of alcohol coming from him once more at a close

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

I was sure of his

one’s mate was an

slave, and I wouldn’t be good enough for

skin at the side of my neck. Goosebumps crawled over the area he had breathed

away anymore, you

or aggressive,

could only stand still

my gosh, I must look