A Slave Became A Respected Luna — Novel

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In a world where the line between servant and Luna is razor-thin, Cindy longs for a life beyond the confines of her stepmother's cruelty. Trapped in a house filled with neglect and scorn, she toils endlessly, dreaming of a future she believes is out of reach. But when a mysterious visit from the moon goddess offers her a chance to attend the Night of Finding the Luna, everything changes. Will she finally break free from the shadows of her past and step into the light?

As she finds herself face to face with Alpha Luis, the commanding leader of the Fenrir Pack, a connection ignites between them, awakening her dormant wolf and stirring emotions she thought were lost forever. Yet, the whispers of her stepmother's betrayal threaten to unravel everything. Can Cindy rise above her past and seize the love and respect she yearns for, or will the weight of her history drag her back into the darkness?

With stakes at an all-time high and tensions mounting, the clock is ticking. Will Cindy find her place as the Luna she was destined to be, or will fate deal her yet another cruel blow?

A Slave Became A Respected LunaChapter 1: Invitation

CINDY'S POV

"Breaking news: Alpha Luis Fenrir, leader of the respected Fenrir Pack, turned thirty today! It's time for him to choose a Luna, and his mansion is reportedly overflowing with single women vying for the position. Who will be the lucky lady to become the next Luna of the Fenrir Pack?"

The radio reporter's announcement filled the room as I mopped the floor.

"Move it, Cinderella!" my adoptive mother, Aunt Jezel, snarled, kicking the bucket of water.

The black water splashed, soaking the thick living room rug. This enraged Aunt Jezel further, and she ordered me to clean it immediately.

I spent the entire morning cleaning the house and scrubbing the rug. Her twin daughters, Stephany and Jenny, were occupied with frivolous activities. Stephany slept most of the day, while Jenny was out flirting in the park.

They're twenty-five, my age, and should be helping with the housework, but Aunt Jezel tolerates their laziness. I do all the chores—cooking, cleaning, washing, and grocery shopping—as if I were their maid. It's physically and mentally exhausting, but I can't leave.