I Am The Luna

Chapter 64

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.

what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What

the small

on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning

enjoying the view.

“Sorry… I just…”

beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on

now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits

can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother

cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She

sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it

quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a

eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could

do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that. I’m not

to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as

as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me. “He was Dad’s

Adam…

I can do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he

She nods,

Tell me what needs

smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love

she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a

behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with

After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes

threatened to back off or something would happen to

those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this out,” I

She nods.

I guess we will… So, you should go

help you relax a little? I could put these fingers

front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull on

you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in

crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back

if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper, looking into

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

rip apart all these barriers between

are inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and

concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her

your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin

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