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.

what did she learn that had made her feel like

my hand on the small of her

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

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She

“Sorry… I just…”

her, one leg bent up on the

I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from

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 brother and

to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not

don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but

she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom

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 you have all

bring her comfort and she closes her eyes

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

Adam…

know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha

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

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

is what I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only

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

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

she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the

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

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

She nods.

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

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

the front of my pants and

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

completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not

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

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

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

my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring the agonising pain

you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin