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.

that had

go of her, I place my hand on the small of her

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

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

“Sorry… I just…”

beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I

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

happened?” I almost growl. I hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on

Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all

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

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

flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you

but if your dad saw 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 the answer to that. I’m not saying it’s right, but

words seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes

so tired, and this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as

Adam…

your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue with

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

me what

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

and I’m sure we’ll get a

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

around Zaia… her being in on the notes

something would happen

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

She nods.

you should go to your room now.” She says, sitting

at the outline of her nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I

her cheeks flush and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh,

you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing

she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and tug her

I’m being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest

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

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

closer when she sighs and gently pushes

masking my concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is

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