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.

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

the small of her back and guide her out

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

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

happened?” I almost growl. I hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad;

wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was

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

the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for

she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom

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

seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as

and this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me. “He was Dad’s

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.” I

of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her

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

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

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

behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with

Zaia… her being in on the

back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part

it would

She nods.

should go to your

fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest with a smirk

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

you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that

she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the

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

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

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

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

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

you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands