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.

stylish updo with a small pearl hair ornament. A few small items of pearl jewellery adorn my ears and

been a while

It is with my greatest pleasure to announce none other than my daughter, Ms Zaia Toussaint!) Dad says and everyone

widen in surprise. Yes, I have aimed to grow, to do better every single day, but I never expected Dad to

taking my glass from me as Dad holds his hand out to me, motioning me to step onto the

I make my way over to Father, and allow him to help me up the steps to the stage. I glance out at everyone gathered here, waiting for the

do you do that when you are not

beautiful moment. I want to thank my father for believing in me,

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

out again. Everyone claps and Dad gives me a hug, congratulating me as the camera flashes blind

I’m lost in the sea of faces as I try to remember everyone’s names. I’m almost

of one person and it makes my heart pound. I

eyes darting around the hall before I find the doors on the far end, but all I see is the back of a man in a black

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

I know I need to return… the quietness of the hotel hall

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

of my dress, pulling a face. I know my personal assistant picked it out, but this single pearl strap just doesn’t feel enough to support my

smile on my face and exit the ladies’ room, almost tripping over the hem of

me gasp as something catches on my pearl strap and

my dress come loose and my hands instantly go

“I do apologise, I…”

the husky voice behind me trails

A voice I recognise…

to turn. I scan the hall, my eyes darting

reaches over and pulls the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m about to

I trail off, as his fingers. brush the satin until he grabs a hold of

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 at his face. If I don’t see it,

deep voice that for some strange reason still has an effect on me.

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

my breasts heaving as the heat of his body envelops me, and his knuckles graze down my back, making my