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.

the pearl strap 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

don’t bother with. “It has been a while since Mr. Simmons has been contemplating retiring from his position and tonight, hot only will I be announcing the

with my greatest pleasure to announce none other than my daughter, Ms Zaia Toussaint!) Dad says and everyone begins clapping as the

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

to me, motioning me to step onto the stage. I look up at Atticus, my heart skipping a beat. He

him to help me up the steps to the stage. I glance out at everyone

do that when you are

want to thank my

Atticus

ear, only for it to slip out again. Everyone claps and Dad gives me a hug, congratulating me

as I try to remember everyone’s names. I’m almost out of the crowd when

reminds me of one person and it makes my heart pound. I close

the doors on the far end, but all I see is the back of a man in a black suit, but it’s only for a second before he disappears

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

before ending the call. I know I

Get back in there.” I tell

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 half of the evening. Just another

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

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

feel my dress come loose and my hands

“I do apologise, I…”

husky voice behind me

A voice I recognise…

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

the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m about to rush into one of the stalls when his fingers go

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

pounding as he steps closer, and I step away, but it’s a mistake because I now see him in the mirror before me. However, I refuse to look

me. I spent years trying to get rid of those emotions… I don’t need him back in my

and I gasp, loosening my hold a little. Deftly, he pulls the strings tight, yanking me against

down my back, making my core clench and awakening a