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.

continue “This pack is

to the level that I raised

waiting for a

I don’t have time for his crap. “Do not turn your back

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

made you

and unless he proves he is worthy to be called king, he will forever remain a fool. I’m acknowledged as the Alpha for what I

anger and before this gets

been staying and head straight to the bathroom and pull open the cabinet. Grabbing the pill bottle, I unscrew it and pour some pills into my

on the bedroom door, I quickly slip the pills

and things are still extremely tense

with the tension, brought me to the decision that I will leave the mansion and move

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 here

wanting it to somehow get to the person watching me and also

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

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

of footsteps and the door opens and Atticus

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

you, you aren’t allowed anywhere near my pack, yet you show up at my door…” his voice is sharp,

alone and I’m here to talk, not to argue ” I reply, my eyes flickering from

I don’t need Zaia getting upset

her, it’s why I’m

frowns slightly

“and haven’t you? So why are you still trying to hurt her, unless, of course, you don’t really care for

“This is about my kids. I know those babies

if somehow you are the father, she

Somehow?

They are mine

blood boil. My eyes flash as I push myself away from the car, closing the gap between us,

“Call Zaia,” I growl.

ask her if she’s willing to talk to you, rest assured, I know she won’t accept you back, but you have to promise me one

“What?” I almost snarl.

to do with you, you will leave her alone

No because I will

a number

and look down at

trust me?” He snaps, shoving me back, but I refuse to back

don’t trust him

mutters

“Try again,” I growl.