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.

with his chin. He gave me a thumbs up and laughed, “That’s

only known each other for less than half a day. I jerked backward. In my panic, I forgot our current position. So

I instinctively apologized, “Sorry.”

an exaggerated tone, “Ouch! My toes must be broken! Quickly, bring me

and left his arms. After confirming that he wasn’t seriously hurt, I went into the kitchen to

She even looked like she was about to grab my ears and criticize me, but for some reason, she held back and waved her hand dismissively at me and

suddenly understood why the cook didn’t dare

at the Alpha leaning against the wall, 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

face Alpha

to trap me between

out of my

that you can’t see me?”

mind. “Then, I’ll

that he was really good at fantasizing things. I was a werewolf, so I had excellent eyesight. I couldn’t possibly have trouble making out people’s

all the oxygen in my lungs. I could barely catch my breath. Oh my gosh, what was he planning on doing?! I was so nervous, that I

of being logical, my body’s

behind me as I