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

hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and Annette; she’s

heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having

Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to

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

me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could

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

she closes her eyes as she

Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks,

Adam…

your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone

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

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

fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly

and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction…

guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone…

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

when her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part of

look at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her

She nods.

I guess we will… So, you should go to your room now.” She says, sitting

her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I

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

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

“I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her

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

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

apart all these barriers between us

yank her closer when she sighs

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

a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous

shoulders. She moans softly, rolling her head as if wanting to get

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

bite back the urge to kiss her,

eyes flash as I softly run my knuckles down her arm. “Do you have any oil?” I whisper

drawer…” she murmurs. I glance around the room, spotting her chest drawer and get off the bed before she snaps