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.

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

of her, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her out of

and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful

her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow

“Sorry… I just…”

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

eyes. It’s

say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his

Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so

her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but

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

at me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

her, there’s not really place for doubt, but there can be things that influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know

words seem to 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 at me. “He was Dad’s

Adam…

do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue

She nods, planting her face

I’m all yours. Tell me what needs

would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man

plan 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 good actress; I wonder

her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and

her being in on the

know when her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would

at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re

She nods.

should go to your room now.” She

glancing at the outline of her nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could

her cheeks flush and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help

on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count

crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and

I were to offer to pleasure you …I would

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping heart is music to my

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

yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes

chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me,

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

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