I Am The Luna

Chapter 27

I watch as her face changes from surprise to realisation to devastation. Her heart is thumping wildly as she stares at me, her gorgeous violet eyes wide.

She didn’t know, just as I presumed, and I wish I had somehow found a way to let her know that Valerie needed her. Well, no surprise there, fucking up is my forte and I keep doing that.

She used to be the voice of logic and reason in my life, and why my father truly approved of her. Although he never liked her father, he had always held Zaia in high regard. That is a relationship that is still not the way it used to be before I divorced her.

Looking at her, I know that she deserves that position as CEO. I won’t ever say it, but I’m proud of her.

“I… How?” she asks softly. “We never caught the attacker. It’s a long story and… I shouldn’t be seen here with you. Can we meet somewhere else, maybe tomorrow?” I ask, swallowing as I try not to look at her tempting, glossy lips.

“Meet? You want to meet now? No. Tell me what happened to Valerie. I need to meet her. I need to, I’m an awful friend,” she whispers the end part as she turns her head away.

“No. I should have tried harder to get the message through to you. Look, here’s Jai’s number. He moved to Valerie’s mother’s original pack with the Scotts’ after it happened. Call him, and he’ll tell you the rest of the details and give you the full address,” I say, taking out my own business. card and adding Jai’s number to the bottom. I can’t risk being seen with her, just in case.

She reaches for the card, her fingertips brushing my finger as she takes it. There’s no mate bond, but the tingles of her touch rush through me, strong. My eyes flicker silver for a second before she turns away from me.

“Thank you,” she says, turning her back to me and reaching for the door handle. I hate that she has to leave. Why can’t this moment last longer?

“Zaia,”

She pauses but doesn’t turn back to me, waiting for me to speak. “How are my pups?” I ask quietly. Her heart thuds, but instead of replying, she pulls open the door and steps out.

My own heart squeezes but I don’t fight it. I can’t risk us being seen together. Even if I’m getting closer to learning who they are, I can’t ruin it all when I’ve come so far…

a little longer, Zaia… Then

“Zaia?”

warmer than it was when she spoke

seen by Cara, I stay hidden. Dad had asked me to bring her to the meeting, but right now

but I’m happy. Truly. How are you?” Zaia asks her, not missing a beat and clearly not fazed by

on a dinner date…” Cara trails off and I narrow my eyes. No part of this

see, well have fun, and good night,” Zaia says. I exhale slowly, hearing the sound of heels. ” Oh, Zaia! You haven’t seen

“No.” Zaia’s reply comes.

to be insensitive.” Cara apologises. “I’ve just been looking for him. He left the table a while

sorry.” Cara

crying over. I’ve moved on.” Zaia’s words sting but I

“Congratulations.”

you. Send Annalise my

mutter as she

Valerie. As for Atticus, that idiot should have told her about Valerie… why didn’t he? I walk down the hall, returning to our private room and walking over to our table where the client is waiting with his wife. She is the only

do apologise for the delay. Now where were we…” I say as

I’m now relieved that I did. And no matter how hard I try, I’m unable to remove her image from my mind. My

to be a sign… meeting her again after all these

We part ways and I’m ready to head

Cara says, about to hold on to my arm when I move it away, giving

say quietly. She blushes, clearly humiliated, and nods, tucking a strand of her black

Zaia earlier…” she mutters, fiddling with her sleeve. “I

large front lawn of the hotel. It’s mainly empty, considering the time, though it’s understandable. The

Valet hands me my car keys and we get in and I put the car

says, I’m about to reply, telling her the car has air conditioning when Zaia’s voice reaches

the front lawn. Her voice is full of surprise and amusement. A flash of irritation and jealousy

expect Atticus to still be a part of her life.

turn to look in that direction. What I see is not something I was expecting. Atticus is down on one knee

is a big step… but I want to ask you… will you, my

my gaze ahead, sliding the windows up, not wanting to hear

So she’s moved on….

short time. I knew the risk of it happening was there, even if I

to make small talk, I’m not interested. I drop her off at home before I drive to the mansion and park the car inside

looking down at Atticus fucking replaying in my mind. My eyes flash with irritation and

up at her… I clench the steering wheel, my eyes flashing, and I get out. No, I’m not losing her. Fuck, not this

and head up the stairs only

“Sebastian!”

She’s awake…

“Hmm?”

“Come here!”

sofa. Mom has a

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