I Am The Luna

| Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 38 A Mother Making Plans.

SEBASTIAN. She ends the call... | look down at the phone, about to type up a text to her when | pause. She needs stime.

I've hurt her and to make things right, | need to show her that and give her the tshe needs...

| sit back in my office chair and stare at the ceiling. Her birthmark... I've been trying to research. that symbol for so long, maybe | need to search Blood Born and Celestial Lunar...

I will check it on my other laptop.

“Sebastian!” Mom's voice comes. | switch off my phone, slip it into my pocket and leave my office, locking the door behind me. The smell of coffee hits my nose before | spot her walking down the hall, holding the mug.

“There you are. | made you coffee. Are you turning in early today?” She asks with concern. | shake my head. “No, | was getting swork done. Where is Dad?” Her smile falters, knowing how we aren’t on the best of terms right now, and she tilts her head. “Out. He's gone with his friends for their weekly gnight, remember?” “Oh yeah, | forgot,” | say. She tilts her head, observing me. “Sebastian, are you alright? You've been training extremely hard lately. | heard...” She glances around as if someone might see us. “I heard you have been shifting more often and going... for runs.” She says it as if it's something to be ashamed about. “And is that not proper? I'm a werewolf, Mom. | find peace when | embrace that side of me.” | say quietly.

The words from Zaia’s book cback toand | frown slightly. This conversation with Mom is something | wouldn't have ever questioned, putting it down to her i x 4 being a concerned mother. But now it’s showinghow much we are actually. growing further away from our truth and who we are meant to be.

“I know, but we have to tthe beasts within Look at the rogues, people think you're going feral.” She says, pullinggently into the laundry room and shutting the door.” Because you are mate-less.” | shake my head. “Then you need not worry because | am not going feral. There's nothing to be ashamed of.” | mutter, trying to hide my irritation. She nods, smiling apologetically. “I'm sorry, dear. | once said the same, and/got in so much trouble, | dared not shift again.” | frown, looking down at her, before | move away, taking the mug from her and leaning against the counter. The smell of fabric softener is strong in the air and the humming of the tumble dryer is gentle in the background.

“Let Dad know that | will not marry Cara. | have children Mom, and | don’t need another heir. I'm not marrying anyone.” “And do you think your father and Hugh Toussaint will allow that, let alone Zaia?” She asks, surprised at my sudden change of topic.

| frown. “They have no say, only Zaia’s opinion will be taken into account and I'm not going to take her-our son from her. Just when he’s older, I'll make him the official heir to this pack. Look, Mom, if I'm ever going to win sfavour in Zaia’s eyes where she allowsto see the children then | don’t just want to randomly bring any woman into their lives.” | know how Mom's mind works, and I'm hoping that if she sees the children as an incentive, she’ll be on my side.

“Ah... then... what about Zaia... | hear she turned down Alpha Payne...” There's a sparkle in her eyes as she plays right into my hands, although she’s getting a little off track. She and her match-making habits never die.

“No, Mom. Zaia and | are over, but the kids. mine too, right? So, tell Dad that you don’t want Cara as your daughter-in-law. Please?” She chews on her bottom lip, tilting her head of brown hair, and | can almost see the cogs working. | sip my coffee, allowing her to ponder over everything | have just said.

“Leave it to me.” She says after a moment. “But | have a condition.” There's that look in her eyes again, the one she uses to barter with at shops. “What is it?” | ask, downing the last of the hot coffee. She purses her lips.

“Ok, | know you said you and Zaia are over; BUT, imagine if something happens or comes up ... | mean, if you get to see the children more and spend more taround Zaia, then | want you to try again. | want you to rekindle the love | know you two had in your marriage. The beauty of the mate bond shone between you two.” Oh, | plan to, Mom. “Ok,” | say, Mom easily lets things slip out to others and who knows who she might end up saying something to, so | won't tell her any more.

“Very well then. Ill have that thought gone from your father’s mind further than he can cu “she coughs and | stare at her horrified. Did she almost say what | think she did? “I might just get nightmares,” | mutter, internally gagging. “Well, you shouldn't be so disgusted dear, it's how we made you. Besides, it’s only science dear, now you've helped create two children you know all about-" “Mom, please. | don’t need to hear that!” | growl, passing her the coffee mug and leaving the laundry room. | hear her laugh and shake my head.

Taking out my phone, | message Justin, my beta. Since I'll be flying out, | need to make sure everything is taken care of here...