Chapter 117

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 117

An Untended Wound

ZAIA.

Agatha had to be knocked unconscious because she refused to go silently and until the cameras were

all found, I did not trust her trying to alert someone on the way out, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they

had already gotten wind of what had happened.

Aran and I are now in Agatha’s room as he looks at the items around the room. Some of which I had

commanded two of my guards to pack into a box; including the cards and some memory sticks, whilst I

had Jai take her laptop to pass to Atticus to see if there is anything else on it.

Aran has not said a word and I am waiting for him to start the conversation, and as important as this is,

I am losing a lot of blood, but he looks too distracted to notice.

“It’s hard to believe,” he finally says, as he sighs heavily.

“It is… even I didn’t want to believe it,” I reply quietly.

“It has become exhausting. I knew Sebastian was a bad egg from the start.” He says

contemptuously. “Who knows how long he and Agatha were planning this, or if he was the one who

manipulated his mother to do this?”

“I don’t think so. She was clearly in on this before Sebastian was even born, and she is also Gaultier’s

biological mother. I’m assuming it was probably via surrogacy unless she has been pregnant more than

once?”

“Another child… No, I think surrogacy makes sense. She has not been pregnant aside from with

Sebastian. But she has been sick for a while. I would never have thought she’d be doing anything but

enjoying her life and living in peace…”

“What exactly is she suffering with?” I ask.

“The doctors aren’t sure of the cause, but she was told to take it easy and not to take any pressure.” He

says.

“Hmm, it might be true, but she definitely used it to appear more vulnerable,” I reply.

He nods as he looks around the room. “In all my years, this is the first time I am seeing this place. It

was her space and I respected that, but to think she was sitting here and plotting…

He sighs again as he takes a book off the shelf.

“Will you win this, Zaia?” he asks quietly as he turns back to me.

“Yes, I will,” I say, and I don’t doubt it. I plan to win.

He nods before looking down at the book.

“Disappointing… End this once and for all. If you need anything from me, I am Kere. But I will

understand if you’d rather I not be involved. Get your injuries checked.” With those curt words, he

leaves the room.

I look around the room, deciding to go through the shelves just in case we missed anything. I take off

my jacket and pull up my top, looking at the wound. It’s just on the side of my waist…

Stepping into the bedroom, I go to the closet and pull out a bedsheet. They’re still kept where they

always used to be. I tear a long strip and

I’m about to wrap it around my waist when my vision spins, but I need to get it checked…

I can’t put it off any longer… I glance at the lounge and take out my phone, dialling Jai’s number.

“Hey.” He says.

“Jai, I want you to scour through every inch of Agatha’s lounge right now. I feel we might find something

more in there.” I say, pressing the fabric to my waist.

“Got it, Zaia, are you still there?”

“Yes… I’m going to try to shift now, and then I’ll be home.” I reply.

“Ok… but please let Val check it over too.”

“I will. See if Justin can get anything else out of

Agatha, but I want it recorded.” I say.

“Understood… Zaia, are you ok? I mean aside from being shot…”

“Yeah, I’m good…”

“I feel like you’re beginning to isolate everyone

… am I imagining it?” His voice is hesitant, but he knows the answer to that.

“Do you blame me? So many people have betrayed me. I can’t rely on blind faith now, can I?”

“I get that, but keep trusting in good. It’s going to get better. We’re finding the answers we need, Zaia.

We will win.”

“We will. I have no doubt about that,” I say with fierce confidence as I make my way down the stairs

slowly. “I have worked too hard to fail. We have suffered enough.”

I clutch my waist. I’m in pain, and it’s just getting worse…

I reach the front door. There are a few guards still around, and Aran is talking to one of them.

I give him a nod as I step out and one of the men asks me if I need a lift.

I shake my head, telling them I’m fine.

I leave the mansion grounds, slipping into the shadows and dropping to my knees, groaning at the pain

that is throbbing through me.

Fuck…

Ok, shift Zaia, focus…

I concentrate but nothing happens, frowning I try again. I can feel my aura surge forward, but I’m not

shifting! 1

Damn, is it because I’m too weak? No, I have enough energy…

I cough the taste of blood in my mouth and look down at my stomach. I need to let Valerie take care of

me. I’ve wasted enough time. It’s definitely poisoned or it wouldn’t be getting worse.

I stagger to my feet, picking up my phone, I walk out onto the road and call my guard, asking them to

bring the car. I stand as straight as possible, refusing to show anyone how weak I’m suddenly feeling

as I wait for my ride to get here….

… Alpha?”

Huh?

So tired…

Why is it cold? So cold…

Someone is shaking me… I think…

“Zaia!”

“Dad?”

I try to open my eyes, but I can’t… I feel someone lift me from the car.

“Valerie, she’s unconscious!”

Dad…

I’m not, I’m here… just tired…

I can feel myself being rushed inside and placed on something firm…

The operating table that Valerie was adamant she needed…

I can hear Valerie giving orders to Dad before telling him to take care of the children…

Good…

I’m in good hands too…

I can rest…

I relax, allowing myself to succumb to my exhaustion.

VALERIE.

“… your gross hands off her,” Jai growls at Atticus.

“Hmm, I don’t really want to.” Atticus counters arrogantly.

“Shush you two,” I whisper as enter the room, looking across at Atticus, who is sitting beside Zaia. Jai

is pissed because he’s caressing Zaia’s hair, but I can’t blame him. He does love her… 3

“I’m awake.” Zaia hums, her voice hoarse, although her eyes remain closed.

“Fuck,” Jai mutters.

“I heard everything. Be nice.” Zaia says. “Did I faint?”

She now opens her eyes and looks at me. She’s pale, but she’s recovering.

I nod, my heart thumping at what I need to say.

“Yeah, and you lost a lot of blood. But you’re ok … that’s the important thing… can I have a word with

you alone?” I whisper.

“Just mind link, since you have figured out how,” Jai grumbles.

I frown at him. “The bullet was poisoned. She can’t mind link right now.”

“So that’s why I couldn’t shift.” She sighs.

“I’m not sure…” I say, looking between them.

“Hmm?” Zaia now frowns.

“What is it, Valerie?” Atticus asks, concerned.

“Like I said, I want to speak to Zaia alone,” I repeat.

“It’s ok, Val, they can hear it, or Jai will not be pleased.” She jokes lightly. She’s still in pain,

but she’s so brave.

I close the door behind me, glancing over at Atticus. I need to somehow tell Zaia the truth about

Sebastian… but at the same time… I know

I’m just going to hurt my brother too…

But after what I just discovered, she needs to know Sebastian isn’t who she thinks.

I take a deep breath as I look at her.

“I have some news. You’re pregnant.”