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.

looks up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the

say anything but… according

cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life.

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to me as it

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

me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth

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…

closes her eyes as she nods

your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.”

Adam…

Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an

She nods, planting her face in her hands before

a plan…” 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 me

respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly

straightforward and I’m sure we’ll

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

around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the

back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part

share those thoughts with her, it would only

She nods.

should go

help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest with

pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such

you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox…

sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her

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

gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The

apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that

closer when she sighs and gently pushes me

yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring

need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks

the back of her neck and her shoulders. She moans softly, rolling her

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

I bite back the urge to kiss her, knowing

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

top drawer…” she murmurs. I glance around the room, spotting her chest drawer