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.

her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like

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

locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs

view.

“Sorry… I just…”

is 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

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

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

know… 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. that?”

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

to me, Little Fox.” I begin quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a

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

do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that.

and she closes her eyes as she nods her head

as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me. “He was

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

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

have 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.

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

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

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

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

off or something would

would

She nods.

guess we will… So, you should go to your

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

my pants and I can’t help but

a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours,

crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip

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

dipping to my lips. The

all these

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

making her yelp, but

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