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 this? “What

my hand on the small of

wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of

view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my

“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

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

“I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom

Mom doesn’t know… 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 having

her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but

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

her Morge eyes, but she knows there is

knows that, but if your dad saw 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… Only your mother will

seem to bring her comfort and she closes her

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

Adam…

being every inch the Alpha he needed to be,

never been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face

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

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

I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such

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

After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on

off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it

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

She nods.

go to your room

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

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

not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count

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

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

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

kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us

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

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

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