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.

what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What

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

her head, sitting 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.

“Sorry… I just…”

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

up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been

She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say

she was so against you cheating.

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

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

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

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

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

Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has 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. “He

Adam…

would possibly know him, but with your dad being

been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face

a plan…” 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 your

fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes

tells me the plan she 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 she’s lying about and

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

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

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

can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset

She nods.

we will… So, you should go to your room

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

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

you ever 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 a massage, nothing more.” I count

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

you …I would

my lips. The sound of her thumping heart

to rip apart all these barriers between us

inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to rest

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

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