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.

learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask;

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

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

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She

“Sorry… I just…”

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

her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger

her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on

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

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

me, Little Fox.” I begin quietly. “I don’t 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

Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words.

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

closes her eyes as she nods her

your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me.

Adam…

know him, but with your dad being every inch

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

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

a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only

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

I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way

Zaia… her being in

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

would

She nods.

should go to your room now.”

I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers

to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky.

is going on in

both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip

you

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

ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll always

she sighs and gently pushes

look at her, masking my concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to

so do you… there’s a lot we need to 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