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 happened?” I

her, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide

running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving

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

“Sorry… I just…”

know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up

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

hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to

believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has

Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as

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

looks up at me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows

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

bring her comfort and she closes her eyes

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,

Adam…

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

never been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs

lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly promising me your

I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool, then so be

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 actress; I wonder

on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie

her being in on

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

those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this out,” I

She nods.

guess we will… So, you should go to your room now.” She

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

pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I

is going on in that mind of yours, Little

disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I

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

to my lips. The sound of her thumping heart is music

to rip apart all these barriers between us

closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to rest

head hits my chest making her yelp, but

at your best too.” I say, brushing her