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.

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

my hand on the small of

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 she heaves a

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

“Sorry… I just…”

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

and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits

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 him with

I’m not sure, I don’t know what to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad

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

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 cheated

in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane,

words seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes

your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far

Adam…

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

mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her

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

blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool, then so

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

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

her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s

she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part of her

it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this

She nods.

will… So, you should go to your room now.” She says, sitting up

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

and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and

on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I

disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward,

I’m being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.”

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

ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll

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

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

we need you at your best too.”