I Am The Luna

Chapter 64

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.

went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel

hand on the small of her back and guide her

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

glad she’s forgotten 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 reach

now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the

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

lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all

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

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

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

place for doubt, but there can be things that influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being

closes

has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has

Adam…

him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to

Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face

have a plan…” she says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and

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

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

clear 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

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

threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what

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

She nods.

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

her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers

my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull on

thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of

disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I

to pleasure you …I

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

apart all these barriers between us and reassure her

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

hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn

need you at your best too.” I say, brushing

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