I Am The Luna

Chapter 65

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

small of her back and guide her out of

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

view. She doesn’t respond, and

“Sorry… I just…”

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

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

head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his

heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all

at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial,

me, Little Fox.” I begin quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for

eyes, but she knows there is

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

comfort and she closes

as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never

Adam…

your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think

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

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

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

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

her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t

being in on

to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if

Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more.

She nods.

should go to

nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I

front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little

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

in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip

being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I

dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping heart is

kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers

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

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

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