I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 55

A Strong Woman

SEBASTIAN. I watch her as she sits there; her plunging neckline enticing me but the concern and worry I feel for her outweigh my desires – wanting to take away all her worries. Those men were there to make an example of me, but I turned out far stronger than they anticipated. Idiots.

But I also can’t deny that they managed to do damage. My entire body is in a lot of pain, and I can barely sit up. They wanted me dead, and I’m certain they left me to bleed to death…

I don’t know how I made it, but I’m glad I did. “We will handle this, don’t worry,” I say quietly. She looks down, her heart pumping fast. She’s trying to control her emotions and feelings just like she always used to, but she’s failing.

That’s why she is in here… I remember in the past when she had a lot going on, she would come to me if I was working late. She wouldn’t bother me. She’d simply come and curl up beside me as I worked.

She never demanded attention, never wanted to bother me, but I wish she did… I took advantage of her silence and strength. I never thought to push her and make her tell me, thinking if it was important, she’d tell me herself. Instead, I would simply comfort her, but I lacked in many ways…

I never tried to ease her burden, but I won’t make that mistake again, not anymore… it was our silence and miscommunication that made matters worse.

“You don’t need to hide what you feel from me, Little Fox,” I say quietly, reaching for her. I grit my teeth as pain shoots up my arm and my neck, but I manage to touch her chin, my body screaming in pain that I refuse to succumb to, as I take hold of it gently.

I’m unable to force her to look at me. I can barely keep upright, but she looks up anyway. Her gorgeous amethyst eyes are full of so many emotions and she’s struggling with them.

She grips my wrist providing some relief and cradles my hand to her chest. I try not to focus on the way my knuckles lightly graze her breast. My hand is bandaged too, I had grabbed one of the blades in them…

“Zaia, what is it? Answer me.”

“I’m impressed you’re even able to move.” She says softly. “Come here,” I say, wishing I could pull her closer, but I’m barely managing to stay upright as she so obviously pointed out. “Don’t attempt to divert the conversation, Zaia.”

Her heart skips a beat, and she looks down, sighing softly. “Do I need to command you, or will you obey?”

I ask, cocking a brow. She raises an eyebrow in return, crossing her legs, only to make the dress slip to the side, displaying those sexy legs to me.

“I don’t take orders from anyone, besides, you are looking at the future Alpha of the Crystal Shadow Pack.” She says proudly. “Respect to your fellow Alphas, Alpha Bastien.” I look up at her surprised, Alpha?

and that is a title she is worthy of. I’m damn proud of her. “I’m incredibly happy for

and she

but as the words leave my lips, I realise what it means. It means

mind.” She brushes it aside, running her

a brow. “That’s a lie. What is it?” I ask sharply. She looks up at me hesitantly, nibbling on her bottom lip, and shrugs. “I don’t know. I was under the impression

approval. That’s exactly what I want and, using all the energy I can muster, I lean

I whisper seductively. “Or do you want me to beg you to come back

firmly back onto the pillows, making me groan slightly. “Careful I’m injured,” I complain and she looks at

too big for your boots, Mr King. I was just going to remind you that

what I said,” I remark cockily, having had enough. I take a deep breath, hook my hand under her knee and yank her unceremoniously

and white spots cloud my vision as I clench my jaw. My head drops back on the pillow as

“Bastien? No… please…” she whispers, and I want to

isn’t so bad…

I crack open an eyelid and she sits back,

I place my hand on her thigh, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin of her thighs clamped on both sides of my hand. ” You’re so careless.” She scolds, more concerned about me than my hand on

that.” She frowns. “Then let’s get back to the conversation, Zaia. You haven’t told me why you have the Blood Born symbol all over your

and I can sense her turmoil.

doesn’t matter if it makes. sense or not, just let it out,” I say, caressing her thigh with my thumb. “If I don’t get anything, I’ll

bites her lip as I feel her press her thighs together, and I

distracting me.” She says pointedly. I smirk

doesn’t say. She’s too sweet for her own good, and I plan to use that to my advantage. “So, shall we start?” I ask,

wounded, you are far too cocky.” She remarks before her expression becomes

to continue, wondering what

how much of it is the truth, I don’t trust anyone,

aims to fix things. Each Blood Born stands for one of the points of the Triquetra.

the goddess. Then we have the Sable Triquetra, which stands for Revenge, Rebirth

means whichever side I choose, I am the vital point that both

“So I’m assuming that is why they are after

cocking a brow. She looks

say he isn’t from the other side?” I ask sharply. I

He could be lying, he could be trying to trick me, I honestly don’t know, but he said

I’m done hiding from them. I’m tired!”

else has happened?” There’s something more to

he was dead, that he too had the Blood Born symbol? That she lied to protect