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?”

it’s been ages. How are you?” Zaia asks, her voice sounding far warmer than it was when she spoke to me. “It has been! Wow… babe, you look… gorgeous. I see you’re doing well.

hidden. Dad had asked me to bring her to the meeting,

Truly. How are you?” Zaia asks her, not missing

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

of heels.

“No.” Zaia’s reply comes.

sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.” Cara apologises. “I’ve just been looking for him. He

I’m sorry.”

I’ve moved on.” Zaia’s words

“Congratulations.”

Send Annalise my

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

down the hall, returning to our private room and

for the delay. Now where were

I had felt pissed off about coming here, 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

meeting her again after all

is sealed. We part

good you were so on it, after the break!” Cara says, about to hold on to my arm when I move it away, giving

I say quietly. She blushes, clearly humiliated, and nods, tucking

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

hotel. It’s mainly empty, considering the time, though it’s understandable.

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

She says, I’m about to reply, telling her the car has air conditioning when Zaia’s voice reaches me. “Atticus! What are

fountain at the centre of the front lawn. Her voice is full of surprise and amusement. A flash of

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

silently turn to look in that direction. What I see is not something I was expecting. Atticus is

that this is a big step… but I want to ask you… will you, my beautiful, feisty queen,

turn my gaze

So she’s moved on….

a short time. I knew the risk of it happening was

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

the image of Zaia looking down at Atticus fucking replaying in my mind. My eyes flash with irritation and I clench my

at her… I clench the steering wheel, my

way up to the mansion and step inside, loosening my tie and head up the stairs

“Sebastian!”

She’s awake…

“Hmm?”

“Come here!”

are cuddled on the sofa. Mom has a blanket over her, her head resting on Dad’s chest as

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