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.

with you… can I ask Mom about this? I mean, she’s always been so heartbroken with you cheating on her. Is there a high chance that maybe… maybe it wasn’t her? Of course I

is a woman who smells, and looks exactly like her then, maybe. It was my mate in that

see… then, may I confront her? It’s

being brought to

“I understand…”

with that. At some point the truth must be revealed… but until all this mess with the Blood Born and these attacks is sorted out, I can’t be

I say, a sudden thought occurring to me. “I have a plan …I can do this without mentioning you.

the truth from her… a part of me doesn’t want to believe this… but a part of me also wants to see her reaction when I question her about it. If there’s

note to myself… with this information… something I will open in front of Mom, I want to see her reaction when I show it to her. It’s safe and believable, these people have pictures and things

is what you want, and if that’s

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

that won’t change, Zaia. Are you certain you want to do this now?” he asks. “I don’t want it to

“No, I want the truth… If you allow me

promised him whatever he told me will not leave this room, but I am also warmed by his words in defence of Mom. How can your views and respect for a person

it before he

He looks tired, and I know he needs a good

never liked the Kings and I’m sure there’s more to it than just business rivalry, but he’s been through

my hands. ” Come, let’s go

home, Annette and I have already argued.”

and be blackmailed like this. I brush my tears away and fix my top, hoping I don’t look like I’ve been crying

held strong for me. It’s my turn to carry the weight for those whom I love, and

up. Gaspard observes me for

anyway. Only when the

the files in my hand, I flip through them. Annette has gone

pack members and find out if there are others she’s blackmailed or abused… A. full investigation must be carried out.

solid backing. Mom’s family knew about the Blood Born, which means there’s a chance that maybe Annette

never knew she was her sister … is it from Mom’s maternal

against the leather seat, mulling

Mom and Annette’s history…

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

towards the dark path that curls around the side of the house, and for a split second, I’m tempted to

is so, so painful… I felt like I

the armchair beside the bed, his head on the bed, as he holds her hand