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.

learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?”

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

down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward,

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 other on the

It’s not just from the shower… she’s been

lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on

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

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

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 differently when you’re the one being cheated

flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

things that influenced her decision or 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

to bring her comfort and she closes

heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never

Adam…

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

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

lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs

is what I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if

mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good

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

her being in on the notes and

she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia,

at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would

She nods.

will… So, you should go to

her top. “Or I could help you relax

and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull

scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about

scoffs in disbelief, crossing her

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

her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her

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

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

chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her

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