Chapter 135
I Am The Luna
57. An Understanding ZAIA. or I Am The Luna Chapter 135 By Moonlight Muse
His acceptance of my decision feels like a wave of serenity washing over me. My lungs no longer feel
like the air is being squeezed from them.
I can finally breathe, finally try to move on from the torment of my own mind. I need to heal before I can
even consider being with another.
His brokén promises and betrayal feel like he had cut a wound to the very core of my being.
Itâs as if the ground beneath me had suddenly given way, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief.
Those were emotions I canât forget, even when I truly want to.
The pain was sharp and unexpected, and when I had clung to the hope that this time, he would not
betray me, believing and trusting him implicitly, he broke me.
We now gaze into one anotherâs eyes, and I find myself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions â hurt,
sadness, guilt â but above them all there is a sense of profound peace that is hard to articulate.
I feel guilty, knowing why he did what he did, hurt because despite it I had suffered greatly and the
sadness that I feel deep inside that no matter what, in the end, I must always prepare to be alone. That
I should never have looked to another for support and protection because the only person who will not
leave you is yourself.
I may love Sebastian, but in the end, when I needed him the most, he cast me aside like I meant
nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know he loves me, but love is not always enough. I need to
heal the wound that is bleeding within me, and only then can I be happy. 123
Grappling with this new reality, I question my own judgment and the choices that led me here. Trust,
once given so freely, now feels like a dangerous gamble, and I can no longer play that game. Iâm done
being dealt the losing hand.
Iâll be deemed selfish, but Iâm ok⦠I know what I have done for others and for everyone around me. I
know the love I feel for those important to me, for my packs and my people, but for myself, I am ready
to be selfish because they arenât the ones in my shoes. Iâm the one living with the constant reminder
that I was never enough. When I am. I should be.
A soft wind blows as I gaze into those piercing blue eyes that captured my heart from the first time that
I saw him. He had caught me hook, line and sinker from that day and even now I still love him.
But he let me believe I could trust him when I couldnât entirely. Trust is something that is taken for
granted until youâve lost it, and I gave him all of it, twiceâ¦
Just the same as love, that was another thing I gave him willingly, only for him to show me how easily
love could break someone.
But if love feels this broken, this pain that it hurts to breathe, is it truly love or just some hope we all
have? We all wish desperately for that one person that truly sees past the façades we all put up.
Wishing for that one person who sees through the smile that is pained. Sees past our flaws and still
loves us because we are theirs.
I donât know what hurts more, the betrayal of trust broken or losing the hope of a future that he led me
to believe could be ours when in reality, it was doomed to end in heartbreak.
Maybe one day I will see things differently, maybe one day it wonât hurt so much, maybe one day I will
no longer yearn for him or maybe one day I will realise he is my destination⦠and I will await that day.
âThank you. Sebastian,â I say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase me, it will only make it
harder for me.
âNo need to thank me, Alpha Zaia,â he replies in that sexy raspy voice.
I smile slightly and he glances down at my stomach, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows hard.
âWill you at least let me see the children and be there when this one is born?â he asks quietly.
âI donât-â
âI missed the otherâs births⦠I donât want to do the same with this one.â
âYou can be in the hall outside the birthing room when the time comes,â I say with a small smile. 7
âExcellent. Then itâs a date.â
I cock a brow, and he smirks. âOk, not a date.â
âBetter.â I smile as a sharp wind whips my hair across my face, heâs about to reach for. it before swiftly
moving his hand back and shoving it in his pocket and I slowly move mine back.
âI did have a question, it doesnât really mean much, but itâs always niggling in my mind. Itâs regarding
you and Annalise.â
He cocks a brow. âGo for it.â
âHow serious was your relationship, she made it seem like you two were practically ready to get
married⦠but you never really said anything.â
Now that Iâve asked it, I feel uncomfortable and feel itâs something so small itâs not even important.
âI never said anything because there was never anything to say. I took her to a few work meetings, but
that was about it. There was nothing beyond a few kisses and even those were initiated by her,â he
replies, his voice cold.
And all these years I thought there was more⦠âAnd this is why speaking and sharing your thoughts is
so vital,â I murmur, sighing as I gaze up at the sky.
I feel content and at peace. Maybe when I leave, I will have days where I will miss him. There are days
when I wonder if this is what I want, but it is the right decision for me.
Turning, I smile up at him. âWell, thank you. Shall we get back inside and see whose dad is kicking
whose butt?â I laugh softly.
He smirks. âDad is good at chess. Us Kings are.â
âOh?â I tease as we walk to the door. Opening it, he holds it open for me.
âYes,â he replies in the same mocking tone.
âWell then, you have not met a Toussaint,â I counter, gasping when he grasps my arm and spins me
around.
âActually, I have⦠and sheâs the king of kings. Youâre right⦠A Toussaint will always trump a King.â
My heart thuds as I gaze into those eyes.
Yes. This is the Sebastian I fell for and who knows, maybe one day⦠one day we might just rejoin our
broken bond.