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.

what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I

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

fingers through her wet locks. She’s

her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t

“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 bed, the

swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits through

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

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

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

“I 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

Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in

what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to

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

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.

Adam…

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

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

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

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 get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I wonder what else she’s lying about

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

she’s always around Zaia… her being in

was threatened to back off or something would happen to

thoughts with her, it would only

She nods.

go

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

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

you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours,

did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning

to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I

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

rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll always have

when she sighs and gently pushes me

chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so

at your best too.”

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