I Am The Luna

SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.

“Zaia?” I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.

My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?” She asks quietly.

“It wasn’t me,” I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.

“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,” she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.

“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,” I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.” She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…

Those words feel ominous…

“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,” she sighs.

“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…” I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,” she says, despite not fighting me at all.

I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing a game of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…

I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,” I say, giving her a slight squeeze.

She closes her eyes. “I know… and I no longer know who or what to believe, Sebastian… I’ve learned things today that have messed with my mind and made me question my support system and everything I’ve ever stood for. The stability of those in whom I trust is failing.” She murmurs heavily.

I frown. She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask; “Come on…”

Letting go of her, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her out of the bathroom.

She shakes her head, sitting down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as she heaves a sigh.

I’m glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my brows. “Zaia?”

“Sorry… I just…”

“What is it?” I persist. “You know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over, taking hold of her chin.

now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s

upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say

wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How

words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does

I begin quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one being

flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

not really place for doubt, but there can be things that influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that. I’m not

her comfort and she closes her

about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as

Adam…

can do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I

Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands

her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly promising me

I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool, then

her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I wonder what else she’s lying

on his behalf. I

being in on the

she was threatened to back off or something would happen to

can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to

She nods.

So, you should go to your

the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest with a smirk

my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull on

cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.”

meant both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and tug

completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would

to my lips. The sound

want to kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure

about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need

Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so

lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.”

the back of her neck and her shoulders. She moans softly, rolling her head as if wanting

how good her skin feels beneath my fingers, or the soft sighs that

she tilts her head. I bite back the urge to kiss her, knowing she’ll probably push

have any oil?” I whisper huskily into her ear. Her eyes

the room, spotting her chest drawer and get off the bed before