I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 51

A Horrible Truth

ZAIA. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I did take it a step too far. My hair is pulled back in a sleek bun, and my eyes are smoky with a nude lipstick.

I’m wearing a navy dress, it’s plain, with a slight shimmer to it, and it reaches the floor with a string strap halter neck that leaves my side boobs and back on display. It has a slit down my thigh.

I’m wearing the necklace I had designed, consisting of three chains and the triangle symbol sitting right above my breasts. They had delivered on time, and it is as I had requested. Showing the symbol within perfectly.

It’s the only piece of jewellery I will be wearing. A statement alongside the henna that covers my arms.

The pattern is partially floral but there are at least six of the blood born symbols drawn onto both arms. Along my back, I have the symbol drawn down the centre of my back with added gold and blue glitter to emphasise the symbol.

My left leg, which can be seen through the slit, also has henna applied. Like my back, it simply consists of the symbol.

No one will miss it and I wonder who will react … who knows of the Blood Born? We will have other allied pack alphas and important figures there.

I smooth my dress down just as there’s a knock on the door and Mom enters. “Ah Zaia, you need to hur…” She trails off as her eyes fall on me and her face drains of colour as she grips the door handle for support.

“That is a reaction I was hoping for, from some of those in attendance tonight, Mother… not you.” I say, frowning.

Does she recognise it or know something about it? Growing up, she always dismissed it saying it was just a birthmark, but now her reaction says otherwise. It’s something I did want to ask her but never found the right moment, or it simply slipped my mind.

“Change. Now.” Mom says sharply as she enters the room and shuts the door. She grabs my arm and begins scrubbing at the henna.

“Mom, it’s a henna stain, meaning it won’t come off,” I say quietly, observing her. Her heart is thumping, and she stares up at me tight-lipped.

“What is it? What do you know?” I ask her intently. She looks down, her hands shaking as she stares at my now-red arm. The rubbing did nothing but flare the skin.

you are trying to prove! Unless you have a death wish!” She says, her voice shaking. There’s so much

everything that is happening is because of this. Someone knows I am Blood Born. We need to know

goddess! Your father… he knows?” she whispers, her face

“Mom…”

she grabs my make-up wipes and begins scrubbing at my arms. The henna won’t come

Dad’s voice comes. “Come in, Dad,” I say, despite Mom shaking

my necklace, his brow furrowing but his attention goes to Mom, who is visibly shaking.

although he didn’t really react in a positive or negative. manner, he simply said

and glaring accusingly at him. He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “And what did I

nothing to do with this,” I say firmly. “What do you know?” Dad asks her sharply, far firmer than I was. She looks between us, before

so sorry, I tried to stop them. If they know she’s one too! They’ll take her too!” She whispers before she falls to the ground and breaks

Dad’s face as he kneels before her,

sense and Dad looks at me and I instantly move forward, kneeling beside her and placing a hand

you tried to stop who? What happened?” I ask, as she rubs her eyes fruitlessly, as more tears

mine and Dad’s wrists. “When you… Hugh, he didn’t die in that

me that…” His voice is ice cold as he trails off and I can

I told anyone, they

her. “No. You should have told me! I could have

backs away from Mom. What is

son and told me he was dead!” He roars, making my eyes

They were blackmailing me. They said he’ll live as

as I sit there, frozen. The weight of the situation has hit me, and I’m torn… I understand both Mom and Dad’s points of view… but the thing is… Dad is

much to take in. Mom did what Sebastian did, and that

Even if they blackmailed me and Dad, you should have told Dad his son is out there.” My heart clenches in dread, and

composing himself, but he’s breaking inside. I stand up and go over to him. Right now, he

do anything. You had already gone to your precious mistress!” Mom whispers

one of my children

no one. Nothing… Your Dad didn’t care for you back then. If I spoke, I would have lost you too.” She breaks into

Like Sebastian…

understanding her dilemma, she chose to save one child instead of risk both.., how does a mother

heart breaks for her but I know despite Dad’s anger he knows there’s truth in her words. My own mind is a mess and I’m about to speak when

and tell us everything you know, Melanie. Who were