I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 6

I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Should I be grateful that he was willing to compliment me on how I smelled when I was covered in cream?

I gave him a dutifully sullen smile.

Enzo blinked. Then, he straightened up and said firmly, “I mean it.”

I nodded, pointing to the cream on my head to indicate that I believed his words,

He froze momentarily, then waved his hands. “No, I’m not talking about the cream. I was talking about your scent.” My scent? What scent?

I sniffed but didn’t smell anything good. Instead, thanks to the cream, there was only a sweet, greasy smell in the air. I felt like an expired cake. 

The urge to go back to shower and change clothes grew even stronger. I retreated backward, putting some distance between us. His eyebrows flew up higher at my actions. Just then, a scream suddenly rang out from the kitchen. 

“What is that smell?! Who burnt the cake?!” I winced and rushed back into the kitchen, leaning over the door frame to peek inside and found a cook holding a blackened cake on a plate, staring blankly at it. I gulped, completely dumbfounded. I wondered if the cook would kill me if I went in to admit it was my doing. 

“Is that your masterpiece?” I heard Enzo’s teasing voice from above my head. He was standing behind me and way too close.

touched my head with his chin. He gave

a day. I jerked backward. In my panic, I forgot our current position. So

I instinctively apologized, “Sorry.”

“Ouch! My toes must be broken!

to ignore his words and left his arms. After confirming that he wasn’t seriously hurt, I

dismissively at me and said, “Get out. This is none of your business.” I was

why the cook didn’t

and gave him what I thought was a grateful smile. Then, I tried to walk around him to head back to my room, which was right next to the

didn’t want to face Alpha Enzo

turned around in the next second, raising his arms to trap

frightened out of my

you can’t

mind. “Then, I’ll come closer so you

that he was really good at fantasizing things. I was a werewolf, so I had excellent eyesight. I couldn’t possibly

He came closer and closer to the tip of my nose… The mellow smell of wine filled my nose, replacing all the oxygen in my lungs. I could barely catch my breath. Oh my gosh, what was he planning on doing?!

the pressure of being logical, my body’s only reaction to this

doing?” Enzo asked from behind me as I pressed my head against