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.

that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask;

my hand on the small of

and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as

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

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and

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 a

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

has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It

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… 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

ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me. “He was

Adam…

him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an

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

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

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 that makes

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

just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed

she’s always around Zaia… her being in on

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

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

She nods.

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

the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest

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

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

she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip

pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper,

her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping

her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll always

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

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

do you… there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my