I Am The Luna

| Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 44 Chapter 44 A Father's Role ZAIA. My heart is thumping as | sense him stand up. “Excuse me,” | say quietly, about to step away and head to the bathroom, when he grabs my wrist and spinsaround and back into his arms, makinggasp.

He’s naked and I'm extremely aware of the heat from his body. The feeling of his body against mine... every ridge and groove... and his cock, but it's the look in his eyes that is makinglightheaded.

“You're just going to givethe second greatest gift that | can ever hope for and then run away?” He asks, gripping the side of my face. Don't...

My breath hitches and | close my eyes trying to focus. His closeness... his touch... We already crossed a barrier today that we never should have. The very thought of what happened makes my core clench all over again.

“I...” my voice is breathless as his finger brushes across my jaw. “Despite everything... you deserve to meet them, and they deserve to know their father.” | open my eyes, finding myself looking into his burning silver ones. They hold so many emotions and are staring into mine with such intensity that I’m forced to look away.

“Look at me, Zaia.” His voice is soft, husky, and low as he forcesto turn my head back towards him. His nose brushes mine before he touches his forehead to mine.

“Thank you.” He says quietly. His hand that grips my elbow, now let's go and wraps around my waist tightly.

| close my eyes, lowering my head so he doesn’t see what this is doing to me. He lets go of my face, cupping the back of my head as he pullsinto his chest, resting his head on top of mine.

It's an intense moment, but somehow him. being naked just makes it a little amusing and | won't deny that | feel embarrassed. [x] “I know you're happy but you're naked,” | whisper, pulling away. Any longer in his arms and | will want him again “Right.” He says, letting go ofas if not wanting to upset me.

There's an awkward silence between us before he runs his fingers through his hair | shake my head, hiding my smile as | turn away and walk towards the bathroom.

| feel sore. He hadn't held back, still and | ca feel the aftermath of that sex session. | bite my lip, my core clenching before I look over my shoulder at him.

“Good night, Sebastian... Ill get in touch with you tomorrow,” | say, stepping into the bathroom.

I'm about to close the door when he stops me, gripping the door and stoppingfrom being able to close it. My eyes widen, and | raise an eyebrow. “Can | help you?” “My shirt.” He says with a cocky smirk.

“Oh...” | say looking down. He leans against the door and crosses his arms clearly showing that he isn’t about to turn away.

How shameless.

His piercing blue eyes are on me, undressingwith them and as much as | want to tell him to turn away... | want to tease him too. And so, | turn my back on him, slowly slipping the shirt down from my shoulders.

I hear his heart rate quicken and | smirk as | let it drop to my wrists before | tug it off and place one arm over my boobs; I turn and hold it out to him.

“Your shirt, Alpha,” | say flirtatiously, blinking at him. He exhales slowly, swallowing hard as he takes it from me, and | smirk. “I think | won that round,” | say before | push him out of the way and slam the door shirt.

| stifle a giggle, turning | lean against the door and close my eyes, placing a hand on my chest. | know it's complicated... but | won't deny that tonight leftfeeling incredibly good...

“Zaia?" | look up. It’s the following day and we are sitting having breakfast. The children have already finished and have gone to play in the other room.

Mom looks atsuspiciously from across the table. | raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“What is it?” | ask, taking another spoonful of my cereal. “There's something different about you...” she muses.

“Something about your face...” Oh, a mother’s intuition at work! “There isn’t anything different. | was just trying out snew makeup products. Perhaps it’s that.” | suggest smoothly. Hoping that the hickeys he left on my neck are hidden...

Last night when | stepped out of the shower, he was gone. A single-wrapped chocolate truffle is left on my pillow as a parting gift. His way of tellingto get my energy back up... he used to always do that...

Leavea chocolate, because he believes chocolate helps get your strength back up...

Cute... but why was he carrying chocolate around? I'm sure he didn’t think he'd get lucky! | smile softly and Mom frowns, leaning forward as she sips her tea.

“Zaia... you're scaring me.” | shake my head, chuckling lightly. “I officially got the job offer today, Mom. I'm simply happy,” | say.

It's true, as Sebastian said, we received the official letter. Now all that is needed is signing the deal. Something that Dad had been extremely proud to see. Mom sighs and nods as if it all makessense now and smiles. “Ah, | see. For a moment, | thought there was a man.” My heart skips a beat and | laugh it off. “No Mom, there is no man,” | say, the image of Sebastian, naked above me, as he pounded into me, clear in my mind...

Oh Yes... please...

Urgh, focus Zaia! | bite my lip, shaking my head when Dad's footsteps approach, makingturn.

“Mr Harrison has requested us to join him for dinner two nights from now. This is excellent, Zaia.” He says with a nod. “He is satisfied with your business plan, and this will truly help the company, too.” I smile. “I won't let you down,” | say, wondering if this might be a good tto put my plan into action regarding the children meeting Sebastian.

“I know you won't. You have proved yourself tand tagain.” Dad says as he looks over at Mom, who is smiling atwith adoration.

“What? | raised her well. You should be thanking me!” she says when she realizes that he is watching her. He cocks a brow but says nothing, and | can’t help but smile.

“There is something | need your help with,” | say quietly. Dad raises an eyebrow just as the children drop something from the living room area before they burst into giggles.

“What is it?” he says, looking back at me.

“You may not agree. And it may not be easy foreither... but | think the children deserve to know their father.” | say quietly, now standing Dad's face instantly darkens, and Mom puts her mug down a little harder than angganessary they “What is this? You saw him at yesterday and now do you feel like you owe him? Did he approach you?” Dad asks coldly. | frown and shake my head.

“No, he didn’t.” I lie, “But | know how it feels. coming from a broken family. | know how it feels not being allowed to spend twith you. | don’t want my children to be deprived of something they have every right to have.

He slams his fist on the table, making the dishes clatter violently as Mom frowns.

“Zaia, | don’t think it's necessary. They are only three years old,” she says the only topic she and Dad see eye to eye...

“They are three, yes. Yet they are intelligent and ask questions. Every t| introduce them to someone new, | see the questioning look in Zion's eyes. It’s only a short while before they askwhere their dad is and why | am refusing to allow them to meet him.” “That man hurt you, betrayed you and-" Dad begins.

“And did you not do the sto Mom?” | cut in His eyes widen slightly before he looks away in anger, and I sigh, looking down.

“Look. It doesn’t mean you are an inadequate father. A husband can cheat... a mate can betray you... but a father will still love their children... | don’t want my children to be deprived of him. | want them to meet their father.