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.

growl. “Goodnight, Foxie, make sure you aren’t thinking of me as you try to sleep, but if you do, and you need some help

shutting it behind me.

a beat and I’m about

How annoying he is!

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

says. My heart sinks as I realise she’s one of the younger ones. “Yes… Valerie doing ok?” I ask. She nods. “Yes, it’s

happy too. Mr King needs some assistance as he walks. Is there anyone

a way I’m not too fond of, and she nods. “I’m on duty, I will

him or trying to show myself something. I really have no idea anymore. She hurries off, and I give her a few moments, now wishing I had just helped Sebastian. I know I’m being silly, but when it comes to him, I am irrational

when I hear footsteps and see the nurse walking back towards me, visibly upset. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mr King said he didn’t need any assistance and

say, feeling guilty I had sent her, yet a part

That annoying Alpha…

himself. Maybe he will

his behaviour,” I say before

said I don’t need assistance!” he snarls, making my

if I come

open the door to see him standing there, in just those sweatpants he

me, and I walk towards him. Has he opened a wound? “What do you want?” he asks, making me look up at

say. He looks like he might topple over at any moment. He tilts his head and cocks a brow.” And did that make you feel sympathy for me?”

but he’s trying to control his emotions. “You’re angry. Is it because of the pain or because

a step, his body tense, his jaw taut as he tries to act like he can handle

thudding erratically, and I can tell he’s

all fluttery. “You know exactly why,” he murmurs before turning away. Because I sent a woman to help

I help him towards the bathroom. “Hmph, didn’t it bother you?”

Yes, it did….

as much as it bothered you. If

know it’s my fault. I pushed you away… I don’t have any right to get angry.” He is speaking quietly

for us both… I feel guilty for making him feel like that but I stay silent. We reach the bathroom, and he leans against the

you want to help me with my pants?” Any trace of guilt I had vanishes and I narrow my eyes. “No, thank

come out or call me. After five minutes, I knock lightly on the door. “Sebastian? Are you alright?” I ask, hearing running water. “Sebastian?” Worry fills me and I open

the bathtub beside the sink where the

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