I Am The Luna

It’s pretty late in the evening when I finally head home. I had gone to Valerie’s apartment again, but there was nothing more to find other than what the squad had already learned. I took her phone from them, in hopes she’d have Zaia’s new number in there, but there is nothing

I wonder if she has another phone and ask the team to bring me all her devices, but there is no sign of a second phone. I’m sure they stayed in contact, but even Jai is not sure on how Valerie didn’t tell him much more than what he already knew.

Checking her emails also doesn’t bring anything, but there are emails of a conversation with a doctor regarding the poison and Zaia’s blood, something I d******d copies of

I unlock the front door to the mansion, and step inside, pulling open the buttons of my shirt, as I lean against the door and stare down the hall.

The memory of Zaia running down this hall in a rush, looking graceful and sexy all at once as she flings her arms around my neck, kisses me and helps me out of my jacket, returns with a vengeance

Zaia is everything, beautiful, strong, confident, pure and s3xy. I miss her… miss her touch; her smile…. the taste of her….

An image of her naked fills my mind, and I close my eyes.

Not now… I groan internally.

It’s been over four months since I’ve had sex… since she left. The dreams only make it harder and masturbating to her memories is nowhere near the real thing.

I did this… I admit I deserve this. Pushing myself away from the wall, I head upstairs, passing our old bedroom. I pause and stare at the door I can’t bring myself to go in there.

Is there any remnant of her scent left behind? Opening the door, I’m instantly I’m hit with a powerful wave of nostalgia. Making me unable to enter “Well, look who decided to return.” Dad’s crisp voice makes me turn to him. I frown slightly and tilt my head.

“I’ve been busy with what’s been going on,” I say quietly I don’t want to argue with him. Closing the door, I move past him when he calls me “Sebastian.

is going to

think you got used to the level that I raised this pack to. We’re only

for a reply,

don’t have time for his crap. “Do not turn your back on me, Sebastian.” He warns

am the Alpha now, and you better not disrespect me.” I snarl, my

made you Alpha.” He

as the Alpha for what I have

Because she’s the one I wronged. Our eyes meet, both of us raging with anger and before this gets out of

the cabinet. Grabbing the pill bottle, I unscrew it

Hearing a knock on the bedroom door, I quickly slip the

fix this, Zaia, I promise. A week has passed since that day, and things are still extremely tense at home The results of the pills came back positive. Each

results, combined with the tension, brought me to the decision that I will

now stare up at the gates to the entrance of the Whispering Mountain Pack. After not being able to reach either Atticus or Zaia via phone or email, I decided to come

my visit, save Jai, not wanting it to somehow get to

Atticus. The guard is watching me like a hawk. He has called Atticus and surprisingly Atticus has agreed to come

his pack, the private property is entirely blocked off, and no one can enter but it’s easier for me to reach Atticus on this side rather than try to enter the pack and be apprehended by security. This way I’m not on his

more minutes pass when I hear the sound of footsteps and the door opens and Atticus steps

to his guard. The man bows before walking away and Atticus turns his gaze on

look what we have here? I’m appalled at your brazen behaviour, Sebastian King When I specifically told you, you aren’t allowed anywhere near my pack, yet you show up at

to talk, not to argue ” I reply, my eyes flickering from my wolves to my own as I try to control my

I don’t need Zaia

to talk to her, it’s why I’m here,” I reply as I cross

frowns slightly and

accept that she’s moved on?” he asks, “and haven’t you? So why are you still

that it’s an act? “This is about my kids. I know those babies are mine, no matter if you or she deny

I am seeing them as mine, really… Sebastian, even if somehow you are the father, she doesn’t want anything to

Somehow?

They are mine

makes my blood boil. My

“Call Zaia,” I growl.

if she’s willing to talk to you, rest assured, I know she

“What?” I almost snarl.

with you, you will

No because I will keep trying

and takes his phone out and dials a

and look down at the screen,

me back, but I refuse to back

trust him at

mutters as the phone goes to

“Try again,” I growl.