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.

after her father… what did she learn that had made her

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

on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her

I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my brows.

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

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

Mom doesn’t 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?” she

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

one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one being

hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is

influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will

comfort and she closes her

him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been

Adam…

do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the

She nods, planting her face in her hands

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

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 a fool, then so be

smiles 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; I wonder what else

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

always around Zaia… her being in on the

or something would happen to Zaia, but what

at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this out,” I say

She nods.

should go to your

could help you relax a little? I could

and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh,

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 making her

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

I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper, looking into her

her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of

all

when she sighs and gently pushes me away.

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

there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks