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 feel like this? “What happened?” I ask; “Come

small of her

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

view. She doesn’t respond, and I

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

her upset. 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 mom’s half-

wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been

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

has more than one side, but it’s not

Morge eyes, but she knows there is

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

to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods

Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim

Adam…

some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue with

She nods, planting her face in her hands

yours. Tell me what

what I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong,

and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I wonder what else she’s lying about and

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

all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the

something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all

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

She nods.

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

of her nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these

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

smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going 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

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

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping

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

when she sighs and gently pushes me

making her yelp, but I turn her,

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