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.

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

I place my hand on the small of her

through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as she heaves a

her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my brows.

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

growl. I hate 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 heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How does one fake. that?”

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does

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 being

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

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 to conclusions until you have all

her comfort and she closes

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

Adam…

him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone

nods, planting her face in

head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it

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 a fool, then so be

mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good

saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t

After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on

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

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

She nods.

we will… So, you should go to your

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

cheeks flush and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I

“What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count

crossing her arms. Leaning forward,

being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue,

eyes dipping to my lips. The sound

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

apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away.

close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back

that, we need you at your best too.” I