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 to finish off, I’m right

I pull the door open and storm out, shutting it behind me. But I

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

How annoying he is!

and I shouldn’t! I knock on the door beside Valerie’s room where the nursing staff are staying whilst they

younger ones. “Yes… Valerie doing ok?”

he walks. Is there anyone available who may help him?” I

and she nods. “I’m on duty, I

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

nurse walking back towards me, visibly upset. “I’m sorry,

thank you.” I say, feeling guilty I had

That annoying Alpha…

ma’am, and I think he’s overexerting himself. Maybe he will allow you to help him, or

I’ll handle it and I’m sorry for his behaviour,” I say

breath, I knock on the door. “I said I don’t need assistance!” he snarls,

come in?” I

sweatpants he was on, but seeing him

he opened a wound? “What do you want?” he asks, making me look up at him

moment. He tilts his head

“You’re angry. Is it because of

before looking away and glancing at the bathroom door. ” Neither.” He takes a step, his body tense, his jaw

taking hold of his arm. His heart is thudding erratically, and I can tell he’s about to fall. Stepping closer, I wrap my arm around his waist, placing

all fluttery. “You know exactly why,” he murmurs before

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

Yes, it did….

it bothered

my fault. I pushed you away… I don’t have any right to

needed… for us both… I feel guilty for making him feel like that but I stay silent. We reach the

from here?” I ask. “Yes, unless you want to help me with my pants?” Any trace of guilt I had vanishes and I narrow my eyes. “No, thank you!” I say, gently pushing him into the bathroom,

wait in his room for him to 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

where the tap is running, his elbow

soaking wet. The toothpaste sits