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

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

running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as

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

“Sorry… I just…”

her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over,

swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying.

She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according

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?” she

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

quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the

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

do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that. I’m not saying it’s

her comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods her head in

like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know,

Adam…

but with your dad being every inch the Alpha

She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs her

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

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

pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I

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

around Zaia… her being

off or something would happen to Zaia, but

it would only upset her more. “We’re

She nods.

go to your room now.” She says,

her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?”

her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t

smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage,

you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back

being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I

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

all

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

head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring

need to do, Zaia, and 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