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.

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

my hand on the small of her back and guide her out of the

shakes her head, sitting down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks.

enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and

“Sorry… I just…”

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 other on the ground as I reach over, taking

I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s

say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and Annette; she’s

cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been

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

know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a

Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in

her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only

her comfort and she closes her

far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me.

Adam…

I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha

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

have a plan…” she says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it

She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love

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

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

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

off or something would happen

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

She nods.

go to your room

her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could

and the front of my pants and I can’t help

“What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I

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

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

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her

to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure

are inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to rest

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

you at your best too.” I say, brushing her

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