I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 26

A Scatter of Pearls

ZAIA. “Have I already told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Someone whispers in my ear. My breath hitches, not sensing him coming closer and I almost turn when a hand touches my waist, stopping me.

His scent fills my nose and I smile, tilting my head and poking my eyes out playfully at Atticus. “Twice actually,” I say softly, sipping the champagne from my glass. He smirks. “I guess I just can’t express it enough.”

I am about to reply when Dad taps the microphone, capturing my attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, all esteemed guests, may I have your attention,” Dad says, making the chatter die through the hall.

We are in one of the lavish five-star hotels not far outside of the Crystal Shadow Pack territory for Dad’s dinner party he is hosting in my honour.

The night has been a blur of meeting people and making small talk, and not all of them are werewolves, hence Dad’s use of a microphone.

Atticus raises his eyebrows playfully at me as we both give Dad our full attention. Atticus’s pack and our pack became allies thanks to the friendship between Atticus and

Although Atticus still makes it clear that I am the one he wants, we are simply friends, but I won’t deny that I appreciate having him in my life. Even the children like having him around and call him Uncle too.

It’s nice having a friend. I never heard back from Valerie and, for some reason, the emails that I sent returned to my outbox with a ‘failed’ notification.

“As everyone knows, my Daughter Zaia Toussaint has been a great asset to my company for the last few years. Being voted in as managing director of the company last year by the board itself. I can assure you that had nothing to do with me!” He chuckles and others do, too.

He takes a moment, allowing the rush to die down before he slips his free hand into his pocket and looks at me.

“Well, it’s the truth. She has proven herself greatly and not only to me but to our company. Her hands-on approach to handling every hurdle, as well as her work ethic and professionalism towards our clients, have not only been appreciated by others, but above all by myself.” Dad continues.

the floor. My hair is pulled up in a stylish updo with a small pearl hair ornament. A few small items of pearl jewellery adorn my ears and hands. Winged liner

eyes on me as Dad continues and a few whispers, which I don’t bother with. “It has been a while since Mr. Simmons has been contemplating retiring

is with my greatest pleasure to announce none other than my daughter, Ms Zaia Toussaint!) Dad says and everyone begins clapping as the

surprise. Yes, I have aimed to grow, to do better every single day, but I never expected Dad

ear, taking my glass from me as Dad holds his hand out to me, motioning me to step onto the

allow him to help me up the steps to the stage. I glance out at

you do that when you are not expecting

part of this beautiful moment. I want to thank my father

through thick and thin… last but not least, I want to thank Atticus

it behind my ear, only for it to slip out again.

in the sea of faces as I try to remember

of one person and it makes my heart pound. I close my eyes, my heart thumping,

far end, but all I see is the back of a man in a black suit, but it’s only for a second before he

just want to head home and curl up with

kids goodnight before ending the call. I know I need to return… the quietness of

few hours left. Get back in there.”

assistant picked it out, but this single pearl strap just doesn’t feel enough to support my breasts. Well, I’ve

on my face and exit the ladies’ room, almost tripping over the hem of my skirt. I frown,

gasp as something catches on my pearl strap and to my horror, the violent tug

dress come loose and my hands instantly go to

“I do apologise, I…”

as the husky voice behind me

A voice I recognise…

quietly, refusing to turn. I scan the hall, my eyes darting back to the bathroom

me,” his seductive voice comes, still making goosebumps rise on my skin as he reaches over and pulls the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m about to rush into one of the stalls when his fingers go

a

away, but it’s a mistake because I now see him in the mirror before me. However, I refuse to look at his face. If I don’t see it, it’s not

that for some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying to

said let go,” he repeats, yanking at the string and

as the heat of his body envelops me, and his knuckles graze down my back, making my core clench and awakening a terrifying desire I