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.

her father… what did she learn that had

my hand on the small of her back and guide

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

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

“Sorry… I just…”

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

looks up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the

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

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

Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but

mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that

Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could

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

her comfort and she closes

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

Adam…

I can do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being

nods, planting her face in

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

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

It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get

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

all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s

her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to

those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re

She nods.

you should go to your room now.” She

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

cheeks flush 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

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,

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

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

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound

all these barriers between

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

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

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