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.

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

place my hand on the small of her back and guide

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

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

“Sorry… I just…”

sit down on the bed beside her, facing her,

eyes. It’s not just from the shower…

say

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

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it

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

her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth

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

seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as

ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as

Adam…

sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue with it.”

of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face

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

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

plan she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a

just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t

being

son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to

with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going

She nods.

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

smirk, glancing at the outline of her nipples against 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 as

of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such

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.” I count making her

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

to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest

The sound of

apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that

her closer when she sighs

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

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