Werewolf Prince's Secret Luna

"Beautiful! Hey, come sit here first, keep us company hahaha ...." The tallest boy among his friends shouted at Penelope.

It had been more than half an hour since the girl had tried to cover her ears from the catcalling and flirting of the boys in the cafe. Penelope rolled her eyes and focused on wiping down the tables. The smell of liquor was everywhere.

The girl covered her nose with one hand until the table was wiped clean. "Excuse me, can we speed things up? We're tired of standing here," said a customer about her mother's age, waiting behind the girl's back.

Penelope apologized and quickly excused the patron who had been standing waiting for a table, then bustled around taking and delivering orders.

"Hufh ...." She grunted rudely, feeling that the contents of her head were no different in noise from the café where she worked. The music from the live band, the buzz of people talking and laughing, and the calls from customers and colleagues, made Penelope's chest feel tight.

She staggers back from the kitchen to the main room of the cafe. Her limbs felt tired. In the middle of winter, even without heating, the café is already making Penelope hot.

"Ah, why are you selling so expensive? What's your name, Pen who?" That flirtatious young man again really provoked the emotions of the café's servant girl. He had already stood up and grabbed Penelope's hand who was busy carrying a tray.

Automatically, the girl's steps stopped and she raised her head. Penelope swallowed, she was very reluctant to deal with all of them. The caramel-haired girl had only worked four hours at a café in the center of the city where she lived after the course, but it felt like her body was breaking down. Especially that night, because there was a group of young men celebrating their basketball team's victory.

One of them kept flirting with Penelope, which of course she ignored. "Sorry, I'm busy." Penelope looked at him from head to toe. According to her father's teachings, if she wanted to fight someone brave, she had to make him wonder about his self-worth by looking at him like

"Could you please let go of my hand? I don't want to drop these glasses and hurt the other patrons," Penelope added coldly.

"Wuooooo...," the basketball team members roared, responding to one of their friends being flat-out rejected by the café waitress she'd been flirting with.

The face of the young man who had flirted with Penelope was crimson with embarrassment. He released his hold on the girl. However, he still held a grudge against Penelope for the way she had treated him.

The young man walked past the pretty cafe waitress who was still standing there and deliberately slammed his arm into Penelope's shoulder. As a result, the young punk spilled the drinks on the tray onto Penelope's shirt.

"Aaah!" squealed Penelope who was gaping at her pathetic situation.

The basketball team ended up clapping as if they were proud of the boy who had teased Penelope. Luckily, the girl always wore an undershirt, so that her cafe uniform didn't show through and become a target for the Heavy's gang.

Penelope was forced to put her tray on the bar table and told her friend to take her place to deliver the order. Then she returned with a mop and bucket in hand.

The girl tried to keep her emotions in check and mopped the floor, which was wet from the drinks. She was already very grateful that no glass had been broken that night. However, when she bent down, her gut feeling told her that there would be a worse scene.

A second later, someone touched her ass. Immediately, Penelope slammed down her mop and turned around. Her eyes bugged out as the same young man who had been teasing her stood there with a wide-eyed look on his face.

Without thinking, Penelope smashed her fist into his jaw, knocking him to the ground. She then untied the apron around her waist and handed it to her friend behind the bar. "Sorry for the mess tonight and thank you for being my friend."

After that, Penelope quickly exited the café and ran with all her might in the opposite direction of where she lived. She realized she had made one of the riskiest moves ever. Not only had she lost her job, but she had also put her own life in danger.

Penelope continued to run down the farthest route to her home, occasionally looking back. It wasn't the first time the girl had come out of her part-time job with problems with unruly patrons. However, that night she was outnumbered. She calculated that even if they all chased after her, they wouldn't find where she lived, since she had veered off into the rat race.

Once he entered the forest's outskirts, he felt safe. It was strange that the location that gave her goosebumps a few months ago now felt much more reassuring than the crowded city. Penelope slowed her pace and began to catch her breath.

Living on the outskirts of this forest made Penelope no longer afraid of anything, except humans. Because she had already met the worst of them.

He shook his head remembering the annoying incident that night. "Ugh ...." Penelope's body ached in every joint. She dragged her feet to her house. She had a lot of visitors that night, and with the incident and the running around, her energy was practically drained.

"So tired... it's not even the weekend. Hufh... at least I won't have to deal with drunken punks anymore after this, but I'll have to find a new job soon," the girl complained as she banged her shoulders and arms once she arrived in front of her house. Penelope reached into her pants pocket and pulled out her keys.

"I just want to throw myself on the bed, but ugh... this alcohol smell...," Penelope whined inwardly, as she couldn't stand the physical exhaustion and the headache-inducing smell.

That night, Penelope thought it best to strip off her alcohol-smelling clothes in the living room first, so as not to bring the smell of her booze into the bedroom. Only in the last few weeks, the girl and her mother had moved into a small flat downstairs.

Since they only have one bedroom, Penelope changes in the living room, aka the multipurpose room. Sometimes it's the dining room, the living room, or even the dressing room like that moment when someone was in the bedroom.

Penelope quickly took off her work uniform and dumped it in the living room even though it was pitch black. "Tsk ...." She chuckled, as her throat felt barren.

She needed water to drink, so she needed to turn on the light. The girl stood combing the walls until her fingers found the light switch. Click!

As soon as the room became bright, she found a handsome man sleeping there. "Aaaaa!" Suddenly, Penelope screamed and fell backward in a half-naked position.