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

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

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

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

went blank at his smile, and I could

the two a

Jessy fled the living room,

flashed me the gentle smile I had seen earlier. His mood

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

was leaning

neck and cheeks, and it felt like

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

I was covered in sweet cream right now and that I

covering

on his lips, and

and not taunting me, but I was still nervous as hell and instinctively tried to

running? Again?” Enzo grabbed me by the collar and brought me in front

smell the seductive scent of alcohol coming

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

of his identity. He was

one’s mate was an incredibly joyous occasion,

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

tilted his head sideways a little, his breath spraying over the skin at the

you hear me?” He whispered in my

aggressive,

only stand

I must look silly