I Am The Luna

SEBASTIAN.

I watch as her face changes from surprise to realisation to devastation. Her heart is thumping wildly as she stares at me, her gorgeous violet eyes wide.

She didn’t know, just as I presumed, and I wish I had somehow found a way to let her know that Valerie needed her. Well, no surprise there, fucking up is my forte and I keep doing that.

She used to be the voice of logic and reason in my life, and why my father truly approved of her. Although he never liked her father, he had always held Zaia in high regard. That is a relationship that is still not the way it used to be before I divorced her.

Looking at her, I know that she deserves that position as CEO. I won’t ever say it, but I’m proud of her.

“I… How?” she asks softly. “We never caught the attacker. It’s a long story and… I shouldn’t be seen here with you. Can we meet somewhere else, maybe tomorrow?” I ask, swallowing as I try not to look at her tempting, glossy lips.

“Meet? You want to meet now? No. Tell me what happened to Valerie. I need to meet her. I need to, I’m an awful friend,” she whispers the end part as she turns her head away.

“No. I should have tried harder to get the message through to you. Look, here’s Jai’s number. He moved to Valerie’s mother’s original pack with the Scotts’ after it happened. Call him, and he’ll tell you the rest of the details and give you the full address,” I say, taking out my own business. card and adding Jai’s number to the bottom. I can’t risk being seen with her, just in case.

She reaches for the card, her fingertips brushing my finger as she takes it. There’s no mate bond, but the tingles of her touch rush through me, strong. My eyes flicker silver for a second before she turns away from me.

“Thank you,” she says, turning her back to me and reaching for the door handle. I hate that she has to leave. Why can’t this moment last longer?

“Zaia,”

She pauses but doesn’t turn back to me, waiting for me to speak. “How are my pups?” I ask quietly. Her heart thuds, but instead of replying, she pulls open the door and steps out.

My own heart squeezes but I don’t fight it. I can’t risk us being seen together. Even if I’m getting closer to learning who they are, I can’t ruin it all when I’ve come so far…

Just a little longer, Zaia… Then I’ll come for you.

“Zaia?”

Fuck. “Cara? Oh… it’s been ages. How are you?” Zaia asks, her voice sounding far warmer than it was when she spoke to me. “It has been! Wow… babe, you look… gorgeous. I see you’re doing well. Not what we hear.” Cara laughs.

Not wanting to risk being seen by Cara, I stay hidden. Dad had asked me to bring her to the meeting, but right now I wish I hadn’t.

“Thanks, I’m sure the rumours are colourful, but I’m happy. Truly. How are you?” Zaia asks her, not missing a beat and clearly not fazed by Cara’s remark.

“Oh, I’m good, actually I was here on a dinner date…” Cara trails off and I narrow my eyes. No part of this was a date, and for her to insinuate that it is, is pissing me off.

good night,” Zaia says. I exhale slowly, hearing the sound of

“No.” Zaia’s reply comes.

didn’t mean to be insensitive.” Cara apologises. “I’ve just been looking for him. He left the table a while ago. “Not at all. He’s long forgotten, Cara.

thank you, we will… I’m sorry.” Cara mumbles.

worth crying over. I’ve moved on.” Zaia’s words sting

“Congratulations.”

Send Annalise

has he gone…” I hear Cara mutter as she walks down

didn’t he? I walk down the hall, returning to our private room and walking over to our table where

for the delay. Now where

now relieved that I did. And no matter how

has got to be a sign… meeting her again after all these years has to mean

the deal is sealed. We part ways and I’m ready to

it, after the break!” Cara says, about to hold

quietly. She blushes, clearly humiliated, and nods, tucking

earlier…” she mutters, fiddling with her sleeve. “I don’t

of the hotel. It’s mainly empty, considering the time, though it’s understandable. The gushing sound of the large stone fountain is

and we get in and I put the car in drive. Cara rolls the

reply, telling her the car has air conditioning when Zaia’s voice reaches

of the front lawn. Her voice is full of surprise and amusement. A flash of irritation

Atticus to still be a part of

shocked now and I can’t help but silently turn to look in that direction. What I see is not something I was expecting. Atticus is down on one knee in front of

but I want to ask you… will you, my beautiful,

turn my gaze ahead,

So she’s moved on….

the risk of it happening was there,

home passes in silence, and although Cara tries to make small talk, I’m not interested. I drop her off at home before

sit there, the image of Zaia looking down at Atticus fucking replaying in my mind. My eyes

clench the steering wheel, my eyes flashing, and I get out. No, I’m not

and head up the stairs only for Mom to call me

“Sebastian!”

She’s awake…

“Hmm?”

“Come here!”

the sofa. Mom has a blanket over her, her head resting on Dad’s chest

have forgiven me, but it took her several months and when there’s an opportunity to bring Zaia

on contacting Zaia but both Dad and I had surprisingly agreed on the fact she shouldn’t. Although Dad’s logic was that I’m the one who should

dinner?” Dad asks not moving his eyes from the

good,” I