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.

father… what did she learn that had made her

go of her, I place my hand on the small

fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of

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

“Sorry… I just…”

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

at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just

don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to

Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so

her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as

know the truth. 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 you’re the one

flashing in her Morge eyes, but she

decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother

comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods her head in

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

Adam…

him, but with your dad being

She nods, planting her face in her

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, Mr

make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes

tells me the 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 what else she’s

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

find out. After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the

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

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

She nods.

should go to your room now.” She says, sitting

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

abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull

I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little

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

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

to kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers

about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me

concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring the agonising pain

do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing