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.

frown. She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this?

hand on the small of her back and guide her

running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s

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

“Sorry… I just…”

it?” I persist. “You know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent

up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits

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

to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she

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

don’t know the 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 truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could

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

comfort and she closes her eyes as

Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as

Adam…

being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue

She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs her

plan…” 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 me your help,

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 me a fool, then so be

to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction…

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

her being in on the notes and

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

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

She nods.

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

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

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

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

meant both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and

being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my

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

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

about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently

hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her,

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