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.

after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this?

the small of her back and guide her out of

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

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t

“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 on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over, taking hold

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

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

that Mom doesn’t 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

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

side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one being cheated

her Morge eyes, but she knows there is

she knows that, but if your dad saw 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

and she closes her eyes

Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I

Adam…

Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being

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

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

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 a reaction… and if she’s such

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

out. After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being

when her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just

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

She nods.

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

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

of my pants and I can’t help but feel a

on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count making her

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

I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using

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

her, to rip apart all these barriers between

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

Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring the agonising pain in my

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 hands on her shoulders. I begin massaging