I Am His Luna

Chapter 25

Enzo narrowed his eyes slightly. “Make sure Alpha Michael doesn’t find out.” “Of course, it’ll probably be the end of this alliance if he thinks we’re trying to kill his Luna.”

Enzo turned to me and said, “I will deal with this. Wait here for me.”

I grab his hand. “I will go with you.”

My intuition tells me that I’m somehow related to this whole thing. Even if I’m not, since I was going to be his Luna, it’s my responsibility to stay by his side and understand him.

For some reason, I always felt that there was an invisible gap between us. Perhaps I could close this gap if I knew more about him. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Enzo thought about it for a while before he nodded. “Okay, I’ll take you with me.”

The culprit had been locked up in the basement of the hotel.

It was a man with black hair and brown eyes.

I looked at the man and thought he looked familiar, as though I had seen him before. “What’s your name?” Enzo asked. The man sneered and didn’t answer. Kyle leaned closer to Enzo and whispered, “His name is Peter Barton.” Enzo observed the tied-up man on the ground. “Why did you want to kill Ellen?” Peter let out a maniacal laugh but still refused to say anything.

“You want to break the alliance between the two Packs and for Alpha Michael to hate me and declare war on me, right?”

Peter stopped laughing and looked straight into Enzo’s eyes.

Enzo frowned. “Why would you betray my Pack?” “Because you’re a bloodthirsty maniac, and I hate you! I want your entire Pack to die!” Peter suddenly raised his head and yelled, his brown eyes flashing red.

At that moment, I caught sight of the man’s black mole on the left side of his face.

was.

I suddenly recalled who he was. Not long ago, when I ran down the mountain seriously injured, I asked him for help.

But this man and his friend had tied me up and claimed that I was a Rogue who had attacked Enzo’s Pack. He even dragged me to the hotel’s back hills and tried to kill me.

Enzo had executed his friend, but this man was still alive.

He wanted to avenge his friend’s death!

I pulled on the corner of Enzo’s shirt, signaling for him to get up. Then, I hooked my fingers, gesturing for him to come closer to me.

Enzo didn’t move an inch but gave me a confused look instead.

I frowned. Why was he such an idiot? Didn’t he understand what I mean by that?

So, I had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and get closer to his ear to tell him that I knew this

man.

But Enzo suddenly leaned back and put some distance between us. I gave him an incredulous look, but he shook his head awkwardly at me.

Why was he shaking his head?

I frowned and shrugged at him.

He looked around, then suddenly took my hand and pulled me out of the room.

I shook his hand off and asked, “What are you doing?”

“It’s not appropriate in that situation. Many people were watching, and I was in the middle of business.” Enzo said as he blinked at me.

“What isn’t appropriate?” “Kissing me,” Enzo replied with a straight face. I couldn’t resist the urge to roll my eyes at him.

“Enzo, narcissism is a type of disorder.”

Enzo pointed at himself and stammered, “Weren’t you trying to tiptoe and lean over to kiss me just now?”

Oh my god! What the hell is going on in that head of his?!

“Of course not!”

I then told him about my encounter with Peter before this. Enzo’s face turned red after hearing what I said. This was the first time I had seen him blush. He looked embarrassed. “So, that’s what you wanted to talk to me about.” “What did you expect?” I nudged his arm.

“I thought… I thought…” He stuttered and scratched his head embarrassed.

Then, he cleared his throat and pat his cheeks with both hands before walking back into the room.

He had regained his usual frost-like aura by the time he reached Peter. Enzo knelt and looked at the man tied up on the ground and asked, “Are you trying to avenge your friend?”

As soon as Enzo said that, Peter barred his teeth with a fierce expression. That was obviously a

sore spot.

“He wasn’t my friend! He was my brother, my only family! You killed my only family for a slave! For a worthless slave!”

That worthless slave he was talking about was obviously me. A vein popped in my temple. I just realized that a slave had always been such an insignificant

existence in the eyes of these people. In their eyes, killing a slave was no different than crushing an ant. “You should know that your brother deserved what he got. His fate was sealed when he tried to get the bounty for a Rogue by killing an innocent person.” Enzo said in a grave tone as he watched the man struggle on the ground. “Besides, even the lives of slaves are not inferior to ours. Anyone and anything had lives of equal value.”

“You’re a hypocrite!” Peter spat. “You’re saying that because that slave is your woman! What if she wasn’t? Would you still enjoy a slave’s service while saying such nice things?”

“I never thought it was a good system to call people slaves, but overturning that system is not easy to do. But there’s no need for me to explain these things to you anymore either way.”

Enzo straightened up, looked at Kyle and instructed without mercy, “Kill him.”

“Wait a minute,” I said as I pulled on Enzo’s arm.

“What is it?”

“Let’s spare him,” I said, looking at the desperately struggling man on the ground. “Have you forgotten what he did to you? He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness.” I shook my head. “He just wanted to avenge his brother. If the person I loved was also killed, maybe I’d lose my mind like this too.”

“Andrea, you’re too kind. Sometimes, being kind is a stupid thing to do.” Enzo said seriously as he looked at me.

“No, how can kindness be stupid?”

I knelt and looked at Peter. There was one thing I was confused about, so I asked him for clarification, “Why do you hate slaves so much? “Hate?” He sneered. “My brother and I were both slaves before, and so were our parents. When my mother was pregnant with her third child, the nobleman who was our master was curious whether she was carrying a boy or a girl. So, he took a knife and cut open my mother’s belly. My father rushed up to stop him, only to be killed.” He seemed to be caught up in some painful memories as he spoke. “So, when my brother and I grew up, we set fire to the house and burned that family to death. Then I took my brother and climbed slowly to where we were today, all to get rid of our slave identity. Because we know that as long as we were slaves, our lives were not ours, and we were just objects for others to play as they liked!”