I Am The Luna

SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.

“Zaia?” I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.

My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?” She asks quietly.

“It wasn’t me,” I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.

“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,” she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.

“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,” I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.” She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…

Those words feel ominous…

“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,” she sighs.

“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…” I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,” she says, despite not fighting me at all.

I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing a game of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…

I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,” I say, giving her a slight squeeze.

She closes her eyes. “I know… and I no longer know who or what to believe, Sebastian… I’ve learned things today that have messed with my mind and made me question my support system and everything I’ve ever stood for. The stability of those in whom I trust is failing.” She murmurs heavily.

her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?”

her, I place my hand on the small

shakes her head, sitting down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks.

the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow

“Sorry… I just…”

on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on

swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying.

her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him

sure, I don’t know what to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How does one fake.

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to me as it is to

I begin quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but

but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying

what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother

bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods her

your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking

Adam…

dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to

Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands before she

says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly promising me

said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me

It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure

mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed

all, she’s always around Zaia… her being

her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just

I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this

She nods.

go to your room now.” She

the outline of her nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help

dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t

not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I

scoffs in disbelief, crossing her

completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper,

holds my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of

to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure

lips are inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop

her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn

you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and