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.

Zaia says. I exhale slowly, hearing the sound of heels. ” Oh, Zaia! You haven’t seen Sebastian, have

“No.” Zaia’s reply comes.

for him. He left

I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. A man like him is not worth crying over. I’ve moved on.” Zaia’s words sting but I can’t blame her when I’m

“Congratulations.”

you. Send

Cara mutter as she walks down the corridor and I take the first chance I

idiot should have told her about Valerie… why didn’t he? I walk down the hall, returning to

for the delay. Now where were we…” I say

relieved that I did. And no matter how hard I

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

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

so on it, after the break!” Cara says, about to hold on to my arm

quietly. She blushes, clearly humiliated, and nods, tucking a strand of her black hair behind her

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

front lawn of the hotel. It’s mainly empty, considering the time, though it’s understandable. The gushing sound of

Valet hands me my car keys and we get in and I put the

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

of the front lawn. Her voice is

learned she had gone to her father’s pack, I didn’t expect Atticus to still be a part of her life. Especially to the point

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 her, in a position that is

is a big step… but I want to ask you… will you,

Cara’s eyes on me and I turn my gaze ahead, sliding the windows up, not wanting

So she’s moved on….

time. I knew the risk of it happening was there, even if I

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

at Atticus fucking replaying

the way he was looking up at her… I clench the steering wheel,

inside, loosening my tie and head up the stairs only

“Sebastian!”

She’s awake…

“Hmm?”

“Come here!”

Dad are cuddled on the sofa. Mom has a blanket over her, her head resting on Dad’s chest as he drinks

her several months and when there’s an opportunity to bring Zaia into the conversation, she

shamed Annalise and called her a homewrecker she was hell-bent 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

asks not moving his eyes from the television

was good,” I reply