I Am The Luna

ZAIA. I stare at him trying to process everything he has just told me. My mind and emotions are wreaking havoc within me. How is this possible?

How could Mom do this?

How could she lie to me like this?

Annette is Mom’s sister?

I’m conflicted, but it’s clear he is not lying. There is so much to take in, including the fact that Annalise and I are not sisters but cousins. It’s our moms who are half-sisters, something even Mom doesn’t know.

This is a mess. First, I learn I have a brother, then I learn Dad had a brother, followed by me learning that Annalise is not my sister and that Annette is Mom’s sister.

That’s… confusing. But more than that is the fact that Mom cheated. I am unable to process how she always portrayed herself as the one being cheated on.

She genuinely looked the part too… I had seen her sadness and her struggle so many times. It’s not possible, I mean I believe Dad but is there a possibility it’s a lie? A misconception or maybe even a trick?

I’ve seen the raw pain Mom’s been in…. the sadness at the fact Annette stole her mate. That can’t be faked, can it?

Only a terrifyingly good actress could put up such an act for so many years. There’s got to be more to it!

She told me when I was old enough that it had broken her, realising Dad had cheated on her and wanted to be with his mistress. Why would she do that and break down into tears?

“Dad…” I say softly, we’ve never been close until the last few years, and even now I feel we are still becoming closer.

I don’t know if he’d appreciate my concern, but right now, I can’t hide the pain I feel for him. I love him and I want him to know I will always be here for him. “Look at me.”

He looks up from where he had his head hanging, and I smile gently. “Things will be alright…” I promise. Will it?

How do you recover from betrayal after betrayal?

“Of course.” He replies, reminding me of his usual self. My father is strong, that I know.

been so heartbroken with you cheating on her. Is there

is a woman who

thought but he seems so sure. “I see… then, may I confront

Adam being brought to light.” He says

“I understand…”

am fine with that. At some point the truth must be revealed… but until all this mess with the Blood Born

won’t. I won’t let it. You are not going to prison father,” I say, a sudden thought occurring to me. “I have a plan …I can do this without mentioning you. “Zaia,

question her about it. If there’s even a ray of hope that maybe, just maybe, something is untrue in this

reaction when I show it

is what you want, and if that’s what you need to do to believe me, then

flash of hurt skims through me at the fact I’m hurting him; and I take his hand. “I believe you Dad, and I am so sorry… All my life I’ve been told by mom that you cheated… you never denied it and I always blamed you for that… but to learn that it was not you but Mom who truly cheated. It’s shocking

between us, your mother loves you, that won’t change, Zaia. Are you certain you

want the truth… If you allow me to do so,

want to pressurise him when I promised him whatever he told me will not leave this room, but I am also warmed by his

before he nods slowly, frowning.

and I know he needs a good night’s rest, I think we

I’m sure there’s more to it than just business

hands. ” Come, let’s go home,

go home, Annette and I have already argued.” He says with a

this. I brush my tears away and fix my top, hoping I don’t

me. It’s my turn to carry

head out, and I take the reports the guards had written up. Gaspard observes me for a moment and I’m sure he can see

is on duty, anyway. Only

down at the files in my hand, I flip through them. Annette has gone as far

of the window. I need to comb through the guards and pack members and find out if there are others she’s blackmailed or abused… A. full investigation must be carried out. If I build my case, I might

worth a try. I just need to have more solid backing. Mom’s family knew about the

was her sister … is it

my temples, and I lean back against the leather seat, mulling over everything

Mom and Annette’s history…

girl stop. I’m becoming obsessive! When the car halts outside the house,

the house, and for a split second, I’m tempted

towards the door. I didn’t shift because it is so, so painful… I felt

fast asleep on the armchair beside the bed, his head on the bed, as he holds her hand loosely.