I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 8 Enzo’s POV

The hand on my thigh froze, as I saw Michael’s daughter turn pale.

“Now, remove your hand. I’m sure you won’t want everyone present to know that the honorable Miss Gilmore would do something like this under the table, right?’

Michael’s daughter stiffened at my comment and turned away, as she withdrew her irritating hand from my thigh.

The nausea feeling finally faded from my chest, and I glanced toward all the waiters and waitresses once more.

Finally, when it was time for dessert, Andrea appeared before me. She had changed into a maid’s clothes, a black dress with a white apron.

Even so, I thought she was a beauty that stood out differently among the rest. Andrea placed desserts on the table in order, and I once again caught a whiff of her peach scent, which caused my primitive lust in the first place.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so alluring just standing there. I wished she would look at me like I did, but she kept her head down throughout the entire process, looking as though she would receive a severe scolding if she so much as raised her head.

In fact, I understood her situation. In a Pack, a slave cannot look at someone of a higher status.

I never thought it was a good system. I hoped that one day, slaves could live with human rights and get paid reasonably, instead of being someone’s property, like my mate was right now.

“Andrea,” Michael’s daughter called out suddenly.

I had a bad feeling instantly.

Andrea walked to her side, and her own head was still bent low.

“Twant to drink that wine,” Michael’s daughter said, pointing to the wine on the other side of the table.

Andrea nodded, then walked around the table to bring the bottle of wine over. Then, she bent down to pour a glass for Michael’s daughter. Unexpectedly, Michael’s daughter brought her hand up to touch the stem of the wine glass, then seemingly swept the glass off the table unintentionally. The glass crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces, as the wine spilled all over the floor. Michael’s daughter, whose dress was now red from the wine, jerked up from her seat and shouted, “My dress!” Andrea was at a loss, and she bent over desperately to apologize, “Sorry. I’m sorry…” Michael’s Luna reached out and smacked Andrea as she scolded, “You idiot! You can’t even

front of me. I couldn’t believe that Andrea was

and put Andrea behind me to protect her. The wolf in me also urged me to tear the woman who hurt my mate into

could stand up, Michael’s daughter suddenly pulled Andrea behind her and

Luna sat down once more and shot Andrea

her large eyes

Andrea nodded in panic.

up this place.”

using her bare hands to pick up the shards of glass. I watched in deep worry; afraid that she would cut

at this moment, Michael’s daughter would suddenly raise her feet and bring it down harshly on

smashed right

sound, even in such pain. As for Michael’s daughter, she suddenly turned her head and reached out a hand toward Andrea

she touching my mate like

the right to bully Andrea like that?

picked her up

a muscle. I saw the shocked look that everyone gave me, but I didn’t care at all. I carried Andrea out of that

face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring down her

asked her where her room

uninjured hand and pointed to the small utility room next to the kitchen. I couldn’t believe she had been living in a place like that, but I was even more shocked when I saw the furnishings

a bed to sleep on! It was

could they treat

down on the mattress

have good capabilities and had already helped her heal the majority of Andrea’s

Because of worry and heartache, my voice

a word. She only dared to look at me with her