I Am The Luna

A Storm

ZAIA. He unbuckles his belt sexily. Slow and teasingly. The thin strip of hair that travels from his belly button down past his belt and into his pants makes me swallow hard. His defined V and his abs are all drool-worthy.

He’s watching me with a hunger that I never thought I’d ever see again… One that makes me light-headed, but he’s playing on my emotions. I am not going to throw away everything I built for one taste of heaven and sin.

I twirl around, turning my back to him as my heart pounds. “You really lack common courtesy, Sebastian,” I scold icily as I stare out through the gaps in the blinds at the violent storm.

The fact that my babies are home alone without me is making me uneasy. I do need to return… if I set off- I gasp when his arm reaches past me, and he parts the blind, peering out.

“It’s bad.” He murmurs. “We might just have to wait it out.” “No,” I say, my gaze dipping down before I can stop myself, but he’s put on the sweatpants.

Thank the Goddess! My cheeks burn at the fact I had a look down. “Disappointed?” he asks in a husky growl. I roll my eyes.

“No, keep dreaming,” I reply before I look into those startling blue eyes, becoming serious. “I can’t wait it out. The children are home and with everything I’ve learned, I’m even more scared for them.”

He frowns and glances at the door. “I understand completely, with the Scotts back, perhaps you might have to use the window to get out…” He says, looking me over. I tilt my head, rather surprised at how fast he has agreed, but I’m grateful. I nod, hesitating as I look down.

“Think I could give you my number, so we can keep in touch? We need to figure this out without any secrets. I’ll get a second phone so we can’t be traced.”

He tilts his head as he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, as his muscles flex.

he says before he moves away from the window and walks to the briefcase that’s on the table and takes out a small simple phone. “My number is in there,

how dangerously low those sweatpants are sitting. Goddess, does he have to torture me like that? He coughs, a glint of amusement in his eyes,

move past him to put the phone into my bag, when he grabs hold of my wrist, tugging me close. I

you want to touch or look, feel free to do so,”

pleasure rush through me as he moves my hand

how foolish, or an idiot Sebastian is, he is built like a god

and I think it’s high time

me nuts, I rake my eyes over him and for a moment I’m distracted by one of the necklaces that hang around his

look down, letting my hands run down, precariously close to the band of his

you enjoying

but smile deviously as I suddenly grab onto a few of the hairs that travel downwards and

back. I cock a brow as I raise my

rough.” I pout, before I look at him, smirking at the deathly glare he’s giving

phone and shove it into my bag. “Don’t overstep Sebastian… from here on we are simply partners to find out

vanish overnight, and I am not going to lower my walls to simply be hurt all over again. He doesn’t reply and I twist my hair back, putting my wig

are things I’ve discovered. I’ll share this with you at another time… however, my first priority is Valerie. We cannot let her die… can you command the Scotts that as they belong to your pack they must obey and not take

you, yeah sure. What do you have in mind?” he asks

in its wake, it has left a painful reminder of the broken bond between us.

healing powers of the moon. I know it’s possible lore… but we are werewolves. Surely there must be

will not allow them

quietly as I slip

you leaving?” he asks. I nod. “Yes, I need to get back,” I say quietly as I

weather is far worse than I thought. The rain

because the amount of rain that is hammering down is intense and no one can see me

suddenly. “We shouldn’t be seen together.” I remind him as I unlatch the

glance over my shoulder as I shoulder my bag, seeing him pulling out a hoodie and a jacket of Jai’s before he grabs his

serious?” I

We’ll work on Valerie’s family and decide our next course of action.” He says, pulling the hood up and I have to admit he doesn’t look like himself. He shoves his clothes

seeing him like this, no one would recognise him, let alone in this rain,

the window and gasp as the rain hits my face. I quickly climb out

didn’t leave a name,

silently and pulls the window shut. We’re drenched. This time it’s not

of my wrist, he breaks into a run, and we head back to where I left

to be soaked

my natural hair. My pants, my shirt, everything

Goddess!