I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 31

A Storm

ZAIA. He unbuckles his belt sexily. Slow and teasingly. The thin strip of hair that travels from his belly button down past his belt and into his pants makes me swallow hard. His defined V and his abs are all drool-worthy.

He’s watching me with a hunger that I never thought I’d ever see again… One that makes me light-headed, but he’s playing on my emotions. I am not going to throw away everything I built for one taste of heaven and sin.

I twirl around, turning my back to him as my heart pounds. “You really lack common courtesy, Sebastian,” I scold icily as I stare out through the gaps in the blinds at the violent storm.

The fact that my babies are home alone without me is making me uneasy. I do need to return… if I set off- I gasp when his arm reaches past me, and he parts the blind, peering out.

“It’s bad.” He murmurs. “We might just have to wait it out.” “No,” I say, my gaze dipping down before I can stop myself, but he’s put on the sweatpants.

Thank the Goddess! My cheeks burn at the fact I had a look down. “Disappointed?” he asks in a husky growl. I roll my eyes.

“No, keep dreaming,” I reply before I look into those startling blue eyes, becoming serious. “I can’t wait it out. The children are home and with everything I’ve learned, I’m even more scared for them.”

He frowns and glances at the door. “I understand completely, with the Scotts back, perhaps you might have to use the window to get out…” He says, looking me over. I tilt my head, rather surprised at how fast he has agreed, but I’m grateful. I nod, hesitating as I look down.

“Think I could give you my number, so we can keep in touch? We need to figure this out without any secrets. I’ll get a second phone so we can’t be traced.”

He tilts his head as he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, as his muscles flex.

“Is that even a question? However, I came prepared,” he says before he moves away from the window and walks to the briefcase that’s on the table and takes out a small simple phone. “My number is in there, and just keep it switched off when not using it,” he finishes, holding it out to me.

I nod, my gaze falling to how dangerously low those sweatpants are sitting. Goddess, does he have to torture me like that? He coughs, a glint of amusement in his eyes, and I frown, snatching the phone haughtily from him.

“This’ll do,” I say. I’m about to move past him to put the phone into my bag, when he grabs hold of my wrist, tugging me close. I glare up at him, but that amusement in his eyes remains.

“If you want to touch or look, feel free to do so,” he says, pulling my hand against his hard abs. Oh, goddess…

Tingles of pleasure rush through me as he moves

an idiot Sebastian is, he is

Zaia. That cocky, infuriating yet sexy smirk of his is growing and I think it’s high time I remind him that I am

closer. My heart is going crazy and his scent is driving me nuts, I rake my eyes over him and for a moment I’m distracted by one of the necklaces that hang around

precariously close to the

enjoying that…

help but smile

his voice down as he pulls back. I cock a brow as I raise my hand level to my face, looking at the few hairs I managed to pluck

before I look

the phone and shove it into my bag. “Don’t overstep Sebastian… from here on we are simply partners to find out who is behind all of this

vanish overnight, and I am not going to lower my walls to simply

We cannot let her die… can you command the Scotts that as they belong to your pack they must obey and not take her off. I know it’s unfair, but you know how to be

sure. What do you have in mind?” he asks

has left a painful reminder

I know it’s possible lore… but we are werewolves. Surely there must be some truth in it. I want you to buy me some time

will not allow

you,” I say quietly

“Yes, I need to get back,” I say quietly as I push the blinds up and

rain is pouring

don’t even need my wig, because the amount of rain that is hammering down is

you,” he says suddenly. “We shouldn’t be seen together.” I remind him as I unlatch

I’m not letting you out there like that,” he replies firmly. I glance over my shoulder as I shoulder my bag, seeing him pulling out a hoodie and a jacket

you serious?” I

of action.” He says, pulling the hood up and I have to admit he doesn’t look like himself. He shoves his clothes and briefcase into a gym bag and shoulders

rarely wore hoodies and sweatpants aside from training and seeing him like this, no one would recognise him, let alone in

lift the window and gasp as the rain hits my face. I quickly climb out and Sebastian is behind me after leaving a quick

leave

out silently and pulls the window shut. We’re drenched. This time

quietly. Taking hold of my wrist, he breaks into

soaked through!”

already soaked and so is my natural hair. My pants, my shirt, everything

Goddess!

of the ten-minute run to

we are only partners on this mission or whatever you want to call it, but looking at his back now, I know that is