I Am The Luna

Chapter 46 A Talk

SEBASTIAN. “Get my car ready. I’m going to head out.” I say through the phone to my driver, pausing when the news playing on the television catches my attention.

‘… outside the Stanton Hotel Building. The mass shooting has left nineteen confirmed dead on the scene with three in critical condition and another injured when she tried to tackle the attacker…”

My heart thuds as I stare at the screen. The Stanton Hotel, Zaia’s there. She was meeting Harrison there. “The following video is from the hotel itself and contains extremely distressing footage…”

The screen switches from the news reporter to a video of a man on a bike smashing straight into a car on purpose.

The scene unfolds. My heart is in my mouth when I see a redheaded woman pulled away as her men surround her. The people are blurred out, but why do I feel it’s her?

Zaia. I’m rooted to my spot as I watch the blurred- out people drop like flies.

Zaia… Her men are killed, and I see her pick something up before she runs . Fuck, get out of there! Is she ok? My hands are shaking as I dial her number, It’s switched off.

Fuck! I don’t have her main number! I’m about to call Jai for it when the news reporter captures my attention.

“The woman now identified as Businesswoman Zaia Toussaint, heir and CEO of the Toussaint Empire and daughter of the business tycoon, Hugh Toussaint, is hailed a hero. When she spotted an unknowing girl crossing the road and saw the shooter turn his attention to her, she ran out and tackled him to the ground. Despite her efforts, he managed to injure her and get away before the police arrived at the scene…”

Is she fucking crazy?

My heart is thumping as I stare at the Television screen. “Police are now on the hunt for the shooter, someone who is deemed a risk to the city and its people… this is Pamela Greenfield…”

I turn, running to the door as I dial Daniel’s number. “Fine out where Zaia Toussaint is currently! According to the news, she was injured today.” I snarl. 1

“Yes, boss!” My phone beeps as an incoming call comes through. Frowning, I cut the call with Daniel and stare at the name that is emblazoned across my screen.

he would have his

is he

to unleash hell on not only your company but your pack too!” Hugh Toussaint’s snarl rips through the phone and I move the phone

get to her. I know where she is now, and I will have to tolerate Hugh if I want to

Was she hurt badly?

as I sit back and scan the news articles on my phone,

it!” I growl, and the driver instantly speeds up. I reach the hospital fast

his pack and he’s watching me keenly, knowing exactly who I am. “Tell your Alpha, Sebastian King, is here,” I say quietly. He nods, lowering his head

He mutters. I resist showing my irritation as I wait. After a few moments, he mutters an affirmation before he motions me to follow him, taking me down a corridor which is heavily

of the doctors murmur to another. “She

course she would. She never backs down. I’m led down a side corridor until we stop before a door.

heart races as I look at the hospital bed. Her eyes are shut, and she’s hooked up to a machine as well as a blood bag. She’s wearing a pale blue hospital gown, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes. Her head is

I am instantly grabbed by the guards. I let out a menacing snarl,

Hugh says coldly. “Let him

behind them, and I fix my jacket, my eyes flashing. “You really are a beast… can’t you control the animal within you?” He sneers and as much

me, but it does not mean your men nor you

always hated this man to the very core. He may be her father, but he

in that bed because of you!” he thunders as he crosses the room, “What do

he blame me without any reason? “Who fucking else!” he snarls, shoving something into my

Zaia last night … I have her pinned against the wall, but it’s obvious that we’re in an intimate position. There’s no way to deny

only see the side of her thigh… the bold writing at the bottom draws my

HIM A WARNING

WILL BE YOUR

THAT

CHILDREN COVERING THE

AWAY FROM

OR ELSE.

It is the same person… and I thought I did a good job of keeping that visit to her bedroom on the

no denying the clothes she’s wearing are the same ones she was in yesterday, or the bedroom

hisses, turning sharply towards me. “Nothing comes to mind? When will you stop playing with my daughter! Is this

“This was the reason I divorced her to begin with, because of these notes.