I Am The Luna

Chapter 26

A Scatter of Pearls

ZAIA. “Have I already told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Someone whispers in my ear. My breath hitches, not sensing him coming closer and I almost turn when a hand touches my waist, stopping me.

His scent fills my nose and I smile, tilting my head and poking my eyes out playfully at Atticus. “Twice actually,” I say softly, sipping the champagne from my glass. He smirks. “I guess I just can’t express it enough.”

I am about to reply when Dad taps the microphone, capturing my attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, all esteemed guests, may I have your attention,” Dad says, making the chatter die through the hall.

We are in one of the lavish five-star hotels not far outside of the Crystal Shadow Pack territory for Dad’s dinner party he is hosting in my honour.

The night has been a blur of meeting people and making small talk, and not all of them are werewolves, hence Dad’s use of a microphone.

Atticus raises his eyebrows playfully at me as we both give Dad our full attention. Atticus’s pack and our pack became allies thanks to the friendship between Atticus and

Although Atticus still makes it clear that I am the one he wants, we are simply friends, but I won’t deny that I appreciate having him in my life. Even the children like having him around and call him Uncle too.

It’s nice having a friend. I never heard back from Valerie and, for some reason, the emails that I sent returned to my outbox with a ‘failed’ notification.

been a great asset to my company for the last few years. Being voted in as managing director of the company last year by the board itself. I can assure

allowing the rush to die down before he slips his free hand

hurdle, as well as her work ethic and professionalism towards our clients, have

reaches the floor. My hair is pulled up in a stylish updo with a small pearl hair ornament. A few small items of pearl jewellery adorn my ears and hands. Winged liner and glossy lips

on me as Dad continues and a few whispers, which I don’t bother with. “It has been a while since Mr. Simmons has been contemplating retiring from

is with my greatest pleasure to announce none other than my daughter,

do better every single day, but I never expected Dad to name

as Dad holds his hand out to me, motioning me to step onto the stage. I look

breath, smiling for the cameras as I make my way over to Father, and allow him to help me up the steps to the stage. I glance out at everyone gathered here, waiting for the clapping to die

when you are not

to thank everyone for attending tonight and being a part of this beautiful moment. I want to thank my father for believing in me, the board members for always supporting and guiding me and above all, I want to

Atticus Payne for

of my hair back, tucking it behind my ear, only for it to slip out again. Everyone

are surrounding me, and I’m lost in the sea of faces as I try to remember everyone’s names. I’m almost

heart pound. I close

I see is the back

exhausted mentally from all the socialising, and I just want to head home and curl

kids goodnight before ending the call. I know I need to return… the quietness of the hotel hall

hours left. Get back in there.” I tell myself as I look in the mirror at

single pearl strap just doesn’t feel enough to support my breasts. Well, I’ve made it through more than

pasting a small smile on my face and exit the ladies’ room, almost tripping over the hem of my skirt. I

gasp as something catches on my pearl strap and to my horror, the violent tug breaks the

dress come loose and my hands instantly go to my dress, my

“I do apologise, I…”

husky voice behind me trails

A voice I recognise…

refusing to turn. I scan the hall, my eyes darting

over and pulls the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m

he grabs a hold of the

pounding as he steps closer, and I step away, but it’s a mistake because I now see him in the mirror before me. However, I refuse to

voice that for some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying to get rid of those emotions… I don’t need

said let go,” he repeats, yanking at the string and

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