I Am The Luna

A Helping Hand

ZAIA. My heart skips a beat as I look down at him. His gorgeous piercing eyes are burning into mine and as much as I wanted to be near him… with him awake… I’m not so sure I can, but I know once we go there, we are going to have to pretend to be together…

“Excuse me? I don’t think that would be proper, Mr King.” I reply, trying to mask my emotions. “I don’t think the other night was proper either, Ms Toussaint, yet I remember you moaning in pure satisfaction.” He counters cockily, placing his other arm under his head.

I roll my eyes, trying not to admire his s3xy body. “Oh please, I was drunk.” I retort. He’s in pain, I can see that, but his arrogance and cockiness far exceed that. How stubborn!

“So then why were you on my bed whilst I was unconscious, were you planning to assault me in my sleep?” He asks mockingly, making me frown.

“You need a smack.” I frown, not knowing what else to say! He yanks me towards him, and I stumble, falling back onto the bed.

He grunts from the force he just used on himself, but doesn’t let the pain phase him as he looks me over shamelessly.

“As much as I want to fuck you all over again, I’m in far too much pain… stay… I could use the company.” He says quietly.

I hesitate, almost agreeing when he opens that mouth again. “Besides, I might need help to undress or pull my pants down. I can barely I move and as you’ve told everyone that we’re together again, then it’s only fair you help me.” He adds with a smirk.

Idiot! “You wish!” I growl, tugging free. “Then at least send a nurse or someone to assist me, I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up a little,” he says as he sits up, flinching in pain. I clench my jaw, knowing exactly what he’s trying to do…

“Fine, I’ll send one,” I say, turning and sauntering to the door. He doesn’t respond, but I can feel his gaze on me; I reach the door, unlock it and I’m about to step out when he speaks.

“Zaia.” I look over my shoulder at him, and he smirks. “Now what are you smirking about?” I frown.

“Nothing, just wondering why you made yourself so comfortable…” his gaze dips to my discarded heels. “The locked door…”

My cheeks flush as he lies there, completely relaxed with that smirk plastered across his smug face,that makes me want to smack and kiss him at the same time. “You are such an ass, Sebastian.”

“Sure, if it makes you feel better,” he taunts.

as you try to sleep, but if you do, and you need some help

and storm out, shutting it

a thud. My heart skips a beat and I’m about to turn back when I pause. He wanted a nurse, then

How annoying he is!

know I’m feeling jealous, and I shouldn’t! I knock on the door beside Valerie’s

younger ones. “Yes… Valerie doing ok?” I ask. She nods. “Yes, it’s incredible news that Doctor Scott is on the mend, it is

assistance as he walks. Is there anyone

she nods. “I’m on duty, I

show myself something. I really have no idea anymore. She hurries off, and I give her a few moments,

nurse walking back towards me, visibly upset. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mr King said he

you.” I say, feeling

That annoying Alpha…

in pain, ma’am, and I think he’s overexerting himself. Maybe he

I say before I walk

a steadying breath, I knock on the door. “I said I don’t need

come in?”

him standing there, in just those sweatpants he was on, but seeing him standing up showed the sheer level of his injuries. So many

him. Has he opened a wound? “What do you

he might topple over at any moment. He tilts his head and cocks a brow.”

angry. Is it because

looks at me before looking away and glancing at the bathroom door. ” Neither.” He takes a step, his body tense, his jaw taut as he tries to act like he can handle

His heart is thudding erratically, and I can tell he’s about to fall. Stepping closer, I wrap

looks down at me, his eyes holding emotions that make my stomach feel all fluttery. “You know exactly why,” he murmurs before turning away. Because I sent

yourself said you wanted a nurse,” I state, as I help him towards the

Yes, it did….

I cock a brow. “Not as much as it bothered you. If you can’t handle

pushed you away… I don’t have any right to get angry.”

making him feel like that but I

had vanishes and I narrow my eyes. “No, thank you!”

out or call me. After five minutes, I knock lightly on the door. “Sebastian? Are you

the bathtub beside the sink where the tap is running,

of his hair are soaking wet. The toothpaste sits on the counter with a toothbrush,