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…

longer, Zaia… Then I’ll

“Zaia?”

she spoke to me. “It has been! Wow… babe, you look… gorgeous.

asked me to bring her to the

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

was here on a dinner date…” Cara trails off and I narrow my eyes. No part of this was a date, and for her to insinuate

I exhale slowly, hearing the sound of heels. ” Oh, Zaia! You haven’t seen

“No.” Zaia’s reply comes.

be insensitive.” Cara apologises. “I’ve just been looking for him. He left the table a while ago. “Not at all. He’s long

sorry.” Cara mumbles. I cock

over. I’ve moved on.” Zaia’s

“Congratulations.”

Send Annalise

her walk off. “Where has he gone…” I hear Cara mutter as she walks down the corridor

I’m sure Zaia will want to meet Valerie. As for Atticus, that idiot should have told her about Valerie… why didn’t he? I walk down the

for the delay. Now where

felt pissed off about coming here, I’m now relieved that I did. And no matter how hard I try, I’m unable

be a sign… meeting her again after all these

later, we’re finally done, and the deal is sealed. We part ways and

about to hold on to

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

saw Zaia earlier…” she mutters, fiddling with her sleeve. “I don’t really care,” I

time, though it’s

and we get in and I put the car in drive. Cara rolls the window down,

telling her the car has air conditioning when Zaia’s

freeze, turning my head sharply towards the large fountain at the centre of the front lawn. Her voice is full of surprise and amusement. A flash of irritation and jealousy rushes

her father’s pack, I didn’t expect Atticus to still be a

that direction. What I see is not something I was expecting. Atticus is down on one

but I want to ask you… will you,

hard, feeling Cara’s eyes on me and I turn my gaze ahead, sliding the windows

So she’s moved on….

the risk

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

the ignition off, I sit there, the image of Zaia looking down at Atticus fucking replaying

her… I clench the steering wheel, my eyes flashing, and I get

step inside, loosening my tie and head up the stairs only for Mom to call me when I’m halfway

“Sebastian!”

She’s awake…

“Hmm?”

“Come here!”

the sofa. Mom has a blanket over

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