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 subjected to

put Andrea behind me to protect her. The wolf in

Andrea behind her and said,” Mom, she didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t

Luna sat down once more and shot Andrea

daughter patted Andrea’s arms, then blinked her large

Andrea nodded in panic.

up this place.” Michael’s daughter sat back

to pick up the shards of glass. I watched in

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

smashed right into the glass

utter a single sound, even in such pain. As for Michael’s daughter, she suddenly turned her head and reached out a hand toward Andrea as she said, “Ah! I’m sorry! I

touching my mate like

stand it anymore. Who gave them the right to bully Andrea like that? Did they think I

and picked her up by the

you touch her again, I’ll break your fingers,” I growled dangerously. Michael’s daughter froze, not daring to move a muscle. I saw the shocked look that everyone gave me, but I didn’t care at all. I carried Andrea out of that hellhole, then mind-linked my Beta, asking him to clean

face was pale, and cold sweat was

where her

the kitchen. I couldn’t believe she had been living in a place like that, but I was even more

sleep

people! How could they treat her

her down on the mattress and

wolf seemed to have good capabilities and had already helped her heal the majority of Andrea’s wounds. She was already

like this all the while?” I pressed. Because of worry and heartache, my voice came out harsher than I

a