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.

I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits

She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated

sure, I don’t know what to believe, Dad 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.

in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as

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

her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my

that, but if your dad saw her, there’s 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

seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods her head

him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me.

Adam…

dad being every inch the Alpha he

never been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her

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

promises.” “Wrong, only a

the plan she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a

his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with her

all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the

she was threatened to back off or something

it would only

She nods.

we will… So, you should go to your

help you

her cheeks flush and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t

smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a

crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back

mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.”

holds my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping

to rip apart all these barriers

when she sighs and

look at her, masking my concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her,

you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders.

tenses, but I don’t stop massaging the back of her neck and her shoulders. She moans softly,

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

softly, sighing as she tilts her head. I bite back the urge to

you have any oil?” I whisper huskily into

the room, spotting her chest drawer