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.

then touched my head with his chin. He gave me

jerked backward. In

I instinctively apologized, “Sorry.”

exaggerated tone, “Ouch! My toes must

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

held back and waved her hand dismissively at me and said, “Get out. This is none of your business.” I was happy that

why the cook didn’t

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

I didn’t want to face Alpha Enzo in

however, turned around in the next second, raising his arms to trap me between him and the wall

frightened out of

can’t

I didn’t have those thoughts in my mind. “Then, I’ll come closer so you can see me

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

bending his neck slightly. 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

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

asked from behind me as I