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 this? “What happened?”

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

shakes her head, sitting down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as

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

“Sorry… I just…”

know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as

eyes. It’s

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

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

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

don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one being

hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

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 I think you’re right not to jump to conclusions

words seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as she

and this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has 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 older

Adam…

would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch

potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands

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

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

the 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 what else

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

out. After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on

back off or something would

would only upset her

She nods.

go to

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

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

“What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing

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

pleasure you …I

The sound of

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

when she sighs and gently

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

there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red