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.

did she learn that had made her feel like this?

small of her back and guide

her wet locks. She’s leaning

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

“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

It’s not just from the shower… she’s been

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

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 you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How does one fake.

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

I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a

she knows there is truth in my

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 to conclusions until you have all the pieces

closes her eyes as she nods her head in

this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? 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

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

Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly promising me your

I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me

sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good

behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always

around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s

said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it

with her, it would only upset her more.

She nods.

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

outline of her nipples 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 a smirk as

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

not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about

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

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

my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The

all these barriers between us and reassure her that

her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing…

yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I

at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over