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.

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

I place my hand on the small of her back and

and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as she heaves a

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my

“Sorry… I just…”

her, one leg

swollen eyes. It’s not just from the

almost growl. I hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but…

heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How does one fake. that?” she

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

every story has more than one side, but

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

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 I think you’re right not to jump to conclusions until

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

Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She

Adam…

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

been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands before she

a plan…” she says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs

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

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

wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always

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

something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part of her master

with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going

She nods.

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

smirk, glancing 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 suggest with a smirk as I lean

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

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,

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

pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not

my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound

her, to ravish her, to rip apart all

about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me

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

to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her