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.

aren’t thinking of me as you try to sleep, but if you do, and you need some help to finish off,

out, shutting it behind me. But

stand there silently, hearing a low groan and a thud. My heart skips a beat and I’m about to turn back when I pause. He wanted a

How annoying he is!

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

younger ones. “Yes… Valerie doing ok?” I ask. She

as he walks. Is

eyes light up in a way I’m not too fond of, and she nods. “I’m on

I know I’m testing 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’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mr King said he didn’t need any assistance and to leave.”

I see…. thank you.” I say, feeling

That annoying Alpha…

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

you, I’ll handle it and I’m sorry for his behaviour,” I say before I walk past her and head back

said I don’t need

I come

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

opened a wound? “What

like he might topple over at any moment. He tilts his head and

say. He’s upset, but he’s trying to control his emotions. “You’re angry. Is it because of the pain or because I said no to helping

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

and I can tell he’s about to fall. Stepping closer, I

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

as I help him towards the bathroom. “Hmph, didn’t it

Yes, it did….

cock a brow. “Not as much as it bothered you.

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

my pants?” Any trace of guilt I had vanishes and I narrow my eyes.

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

the sink where the tap is running, his elbow resting on the counter

sits on the counter with a toothbrush, the smell of mint