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.

waiting for him to continue “This pack is going to the dogs. Fix it or give

used to the level that I raised this pack to. We’re only returning to how it was when you were Alpha.” I

a

“Do not turn

not disrespect me.” I snarl, my eyes flashing as I turn and glare

you Alpha.”

he is worthy to be called king, he will forever remain a fool. I’m acknowledged as the Alpha for what I have achieved. As for the shit I’ve messed up, I know what I’m doing, and I don’t need to answer

raging with anger and before this gets

enter the guest room where I’ve 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 hands before putting

bedroom door, I quickly

A week has passed since that day, and things are still extremely tense at home The results of the pills came back positive. Each one contained a high

combined with the tension, brought me to the decision

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

somehow get

is watching me like a hawk. He has called Atticus and

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

sound of footsteps

guard. The man bows before walking away

well… 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 argue ” I reply, my eyes flickering

are alive. I don’t need Zaia getting upset with your presence,”

to her, it’s why I’m here,”

frowns slightly and

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

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

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

Somehow?

They are mine

father figure to my children. Just the thought makes my blood boil. My eyes

“Call Zaia,” I growl.

she’s willing to talk to you, rest assured, I know she won’t accept

“What?” I almost snarl.

this talk, if she doesn’t want anything to do with

jaw No because

phone out and dials a number I can hear it ring but

look down at

me back, but I refuse to

trust him

mutters as the phone goes to

“Try again,” I growl.