I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 26

A Scatter of Pearls

ZAIA. “Have I already told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Someone whispers in my ear. My breath hitches, not sensing him coming closer and I almost turn when a hand touches my waist, stopping me.

His scent fills my nose and I smile, tilting my head and poking my eyes out playfully at Atticus. “Twice actually,” I say softly, sipping the champagne from my glass. He smirks. “I guess I just can’t express it enough.”

I am about to reply when Dad taps the microphone, capturing my attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, all esteemed guests, may I have your attention,” Dad says, making the chatter die through the hall.

We are in one of the lavish five-star hotels not far outside of the Crystal Shadow Pack territory for Dad’s dinner party he is hosting in my honour.

The night has been a blur of meeting people and making small talk, and not all of them are werewolves, hence Dad’s use of a microphone.

Atticus raises his eyebrows playfully at me as we both give Dad our full attention. Atticus’s pack and our pack became allies thanks to the friendship between Atticus and

Although Atticus still makes it clear that I am the one he wants, we are simply friends, but I won’t deny that I appreciate having him in my life. Even the children like having him around and call him Uncle too.

It’s nice having a friend. I never heard back from Valerie and, for some reason, the emails that I sent returned to my outbox with a ‘failed’ notification.

“As everyone knows, my Daughter Zaia Toussaint has been a great asset to my company for the last few years. Being voted in as managing director of the company last year by the board itself. I can assure you that had nothing to do with me!” He chuckles and others do, too.

He takes a moment, allowing the rush to die down before he slips his free hand into his pocket and looks at me.

“Well, it’s the truth. She has proven herself greatly and not only to me but to our company. Her hands-on approach to handling every hurdle, as well as her work ethic and professionalism towards our clients, have not only been appreciated by others, but above all by myself.” Dad continues.

of my ivory-fitted dress that reaches the floor. My hair is pulled up in a stylish updo with a small pearl hair ornament. A few small items of pearl jewellery adorn my ears and hands. Winged liner and glossy lips finish off my

Dad continues and a few whispers, which I don’t bother with. “It has been a while since Mr. Simmons has been contemplating

none other than

have aimed to grow, to do better every single day, but I never expected Dad to name me his heir

my ear, taking my glass from me as Dad holds his hand out to me, motioning me to step onto the stage. I look up

the cameras as I make my way over to Father, and allow him to help

do you do that when

of this beautiful moment. I want to thank my father for believing in me, the board members for always supporting and guiding me and above all, I want to thank my

to thank Atticus

my hair back, tucking it behind my ear, only for it to slip out again.

the sea of faces as I try to

my heart pound.

my eyes darting around the hall before I find the doors on the far end, but all I see is

from all the socialising, and I just want to head home and curl up with my babies. I have just gotten off the phone with Mom, having excused myself to go to the

the kids goodnight before ending the call. I know I need to return… the quietness of the hotel hall

left. Get back in there.” I tell myself as I look in the mirror at my

pulling a face. I know my personal assistant picked it out, but this single pearl strap just doesn’t feel enough to support my breasts. Well, I’ve made it through more than

sigh heavily, before pasting a small smile on my face and exit the ladies’ room, almost tripping over the hem of my skirt. I frown, bending down as I tug it free

my pearl strap and to my horror, the violent tug breaks

my hands instantly go

“I do apologise, I…”

as the husky voice behind me trails

A voice I recognise…

eyes darting back to

rise on my skin as he reaches over and pulls the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m about to rush into one of the stalls when his fingers go to the side

off, as his fingers. brush the satin until he grabs a hold of the string that once held the pearl’s-

a mistake because I now see him

that for some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying

to happen? “I said let go,” he repeats, yanking at the string and I gasp, loosening my hold a

body envelops me, and his knuckles graze down my back, making my core clench and awakening a terrifying desire I never knew still existed