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.

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

Dad continues and a few whispers, which I don’t bother with. “It has been a while since Mr. Simmons has been contemplating retiring from his position and tonight, hot only

the majority of this empire! It is with my greatest pleasure to announce none other than my daughter, Ms Zaia Toussaint!) Dad says and

to grow, to do better every single day, but I never expected Dad

from me as Dad holds his hand out to me,

a deep breath, smiling for the cameras as I make my way over to Father, and allow him to help me up the steps

that when you are

smile. “I want to thank everyone for attending tonight and being a part 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

thin… last but not least, I want to thank Atticus Payne for always being an incredible friend, and for always

tucking it behind my ear, only for it to slip out again. Everyone claps and Dad gives me

me, and I’m lost in the sea of faces as I try to remember everyone’s names. I’m almost out of the crowd when I suddenly feel

intense gaze that reminds me of one person and it makes my heart

I see is the back of

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

bid the kids goodnight before ending the call. I know I need

Zaia, just a few hours left. Get back in there.” I tell myself as I look in the mirror

strap just doesn’t feel enough to support my breasts. Well, I’ve made it through more than half of the evening. Just

ladies’ room, almost tripping over the hem of my skirt. I frown, bending down as I tug

into someone, making me gasp as something catches on my pearl strap and to my horror, the violent tug breaks the

my hands instantly go to my

“I do apologise, I…”

thuds as the husky voice

A voice I recognise…

turn. I scan the hall, my eyes darting back to

voice comes, still making goosebumps 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

his fingers. brush the satin until he grabs a hold of

I step away, but it’s a mistake because I now see him in the mirror before me. However, I refuse to look at

some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying to get rid

yanking at the string and I gasp, loosening my hold a little. Deftly, he pulls the

envelops me, and his knuckles graze down my back, making my core clench and awakening a terrifying