I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 38

A Mother Making Plans.

SEBASTIAN. She ends the call… I look down at the phone, about to type up a text to her when I pause. She needs some time.

I’ve hurt her and to make things right, I need to show her that and give her the time she needs…

I sit back in my office chair and stare at the ceiling. Her birthmark… I’ve been trying to research. that symbol for so long, maybe I need to search Blood Born and Celestial Lunar…

I will check it on my other laptop.

I switch off my phone, slip it into my pocket and leave my office, locking the door behind me. The smell of coffee

made you coffee. Are you turning in early today?” She asks with concern.

knowing how we aren’t on the best of terms right now, and she tilts her head. “Out. He’s gone with his friends for their

I forgot,” I say. She tilts her head, observing me. “Sebastian, are you alright? You’ve been training extremely hard lately. I heard…” She glances around

says it as if it’s something to be ashamed about. “And is that not proper? I’m a werewolf,

wouldn’t have ever questioned, putting it down to her simply

but we have to tame the beasts within Look at the rogues, people think you’re going feral.” She says, pulling me gently into the laundry

worry because I am not going feral. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I mutter, trying to hide my irritation. She nods, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, dear. I once said the same, and/got in so much trouble, I dared not

move away, taking the mug from her and leaning against the counter. The smell of fabric softener is strong in the air

Dad know that I will not marry Cara. I have children Mom, and I

father and Hugh Toussaint will allow that, let alone Zaia?” She asks, surprised at my sudden change

son from her. Just when he’s older, I’ll make him the official heir to this pack. Look, Mom, if I’m ever going to win some favour in

mind works, and I’m hoping that if she sees the children as an incentive, she’ll be

Alpha Payne…” There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she plays right into my hands, although she’s getting

over, but the kids. mine too, right? So, tell

chews on her bottom lip, tilting her head of brown hair, and I can almost see the cogs working. I sip my coffee, allowing her to ponder over everything I