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.

frown. She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask;

hand on the small of her back and guide her

through her wet locks.

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

“Sorry… I just…”

beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the

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

say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and

know what to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating.

letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial,

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

her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could

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…

and she closes her eyes as she nods her head in

mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me.

Adam…

dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an

Alpha. She nods, planting her face

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

smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong,

and 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;

her dad saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me

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

was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but

look at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset

She nods.

we will… So, you should go to your

her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put

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

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.”

her arms. Leaning forward,

pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper,

my lips. The sound of her thumping heart is

want to kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us

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

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

for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders.