I Am The Luna

A Father’s Opinion

ZAIA. “I wouldn’t have expected this from you, Zaia,” Aran says as he sits behind his office desk in the Pack Building. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are harsh as he sits there, watching me.

“I do apologise, but you have been refusing to answer my calls or to meet me and there is a lot we need to discuss,” I say, walking in and shutting the door behind me. The sound of my heels is loud in the silent room.

“And what exactly do we need to discuss? You have already disobeyed me, and you have been visiting Sebastian when I gave strict orders not to. So why should I bother to talk to you when there is nothing to say?” he asks coldly.

I tilt my head, taking a seat opposite him and I lean back, crossing my legs. “Because you are Sebastian’s father and no matter how much you two clash, he is still your son.”

He scoffs. “So, he hasn’t shared with you that I am not his father?” Raising an eyebrow, I play with a strand of my hair.

“Not his father? How can you not be his father? Yes, he told me you had a sperm donor, but that doesn’t take away the fact that he is your son.

Whether a child is adopted, or created via a sperm donor, any child you take in and raise as your son or daughter is yours. Sebastian is your son, no one else’s.”

There’s a glint of something in his eyes before he looks away and he swallows, adjusting his tie, but he does not reply. “You and Sebastian are far too alike, and that is why you clash,” I add.

They have a lot of differences, but they do have similarities and I don’t know why Aran is so against him, but I am not here to make things worse but to try to fix them. He sits back and scoffs as if what I have said is amusing.

have done for him, he has

acknowledge him when you first made. him Alpha. Why is it that things got worse between

angry at me when I finally did decide to come back, our divorce was the

at me as if wanting me to say

had Sebastian arrested without hearing what happened was not right. He is your son, and you know him. Would

possibly angry at him. He had reason to be after all. I know the way Sebastian works.” “What reason could there

before he lets out an arrogant scoff. I mask my feelings, wondering what else Sebastian is hiding from me. What does he mean he had reason

suppress my annoyance. “Well, I don’t think his reason

but clear, and this time he isn’t able to keep his mask of indifference on his

first, tell me, Mr. King, how much do you know about the Blood Born? The Sable and the Sublime, two triquetras to either guide our kind back to our goddess or the other sent to ‘cleanse’ the planet or, in other words, destroy our kind.” I ask.

I have not hidden it and although you weren’t at The Crystal Shadows Pack the night that the Sublime Triquetra was formed, your allies were. And I know word has spread. I know you know that I am the final piece of the Sublime, the side that I chose. And Gerard, well… not only was he the shooter when I was abroad, but he is

not a mark on him, which meant he was just on their side, not one of the three points. Aran frowns, and there’s

know about Gerard. He needs to know everything. I realise that if I need to get through to someone as

I continue, quickly telling him how Sebastian had divorced me because of the threats, how his life was threatened and so was mine. The poisoning whilst I was pregnant, Atticus, Valerie, what the man had said to her. I tell him everything and

me. He wants me to stay away from Sebastian and

were born, he had someone inject me with something. God knows which visit or where this happened, but he attempted to blackmail me. If I stay away from Sebastian, he

first time, there’s concern on his face. ” There’s something wrong with

to heal her naturally. So many tests have been performed. Attempted treatment, nothing has worked. She is extremely weak.” I explain, my heart clenching at the thought of my

of Gerard’s involvement, you pushed him?” he says

after he kissed me forcefully and in my rage, I pushed him off me.

a monster and Sebastian and I are a team and will

humourlessly. “It’s too late.

again, I’m sure he’ said them that day it all happened too. “What do you mean?” I ask.