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.

after her father… what did she learn that had made her

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

bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s

I’m enjoying the view. She

“Sorry… I just…”

down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the

notice her swollen eyes. It’s not

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-

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. that?” she

in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to me as it

story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for

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

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 before

and she closes her eyes as

ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as

Adam…

research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the

Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands before she

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

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

I’m sure we’ll get

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

After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s a

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

with her, it would

She nods.

should go to

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 I lean

my pants and

be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that

in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the

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

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

apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll always

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

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

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