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.

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

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

running her fingers through her wet locks.

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

“Sorry… I just…”

down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed,

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

I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother

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

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

every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated.

Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in

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

her comfort and she closes her eyes as she

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

Adam…

do some research. I’m 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

Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands

she says, lifting her head. “Oh? 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

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

blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way

always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats….

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

share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this out,” I

She nods.

guess we will… So, you should go to

I could help you relax a little? I could

pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky.

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,

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

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

my lips. The

apart all these barriers between us

and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs

masking my concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring the agonising pain in my

need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say,