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

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

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

“Sorry… I just…”

the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over, taking

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

happened?” 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 his

Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against

cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem

has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater

eyes, but she knows there is truth

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…

closes her eyes as she

tired, and this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s

Adam…

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

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

blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if

to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure

saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with her

Zaia… her being in on the

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

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

She nods.

go to your room now.” She says,

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

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

not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in

in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the

were to offer to pleasure you …I

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of

rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure

inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes

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

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