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.

She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like

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

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

forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view.

“Sorry… I just…”

I persist. “You know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the

It’s not just from

her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and Annette;

wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She

words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to

truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a

looks up at me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my

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 I think you’re right not to jump to conclusions until you have all the

to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes

ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has

Adam…

can 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

She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs her

what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly

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

tells me the plan she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and

guessing on his behalf. I

she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s

off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part

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

She nods.

go to your room now.” She

fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a

to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little

is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox…

might have meant both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip

offer to pleasure you

The

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

to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to rest

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

a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin