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.

learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask; “Come

place my hand on the small of her back and

her fingers through her wet locks. She’s

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

“Sorry… I just…”

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 I reach over, taking hold of her

looks up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s

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

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

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

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

she knows that, but if your dad saw 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… 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

seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as

as far as I know, Dad’s claim as

Adam…

being

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

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

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

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

I

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

or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all

thoughts with her, it would only upset her

She nods.

we will… So, you should go to your room now.” She says, sitting up

help you relax a little? I could

and the front of my pants and I can’t

not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox…

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

being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my

gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound

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

closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need

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

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