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

were just humiliating me a few moments ago would now be

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

his face. But compared to the fake smiles on Molly and

mind went blank at his smile, and I could only nod along

straightened up and gave the two a icy

Molly and Jessy fled the living room, Enzo turned to me

gentle smile I had seen earlier. His mood changed so

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

was leaning

my neck and cheeks, and it

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

sweet cream right now and

jumped back in surprise, covering my

spread on his lips, and he said playfully,

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

running? Again?” Enzo grabbed me by the

of alcohol coming from him once more at a

though I had been thrown into a wine

I was sure of his identity. He was my

excited. Finding one’s mate was an

wouldn’t be good enough for Enzo. Plus,

at the side of my

to run away anymore, you hear me?”

sound angry or aggressive, even gentle

only stand still and

my gosh, I must look silly