I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 10

SEBASTIAN.

A loud knocking on the door makes me jerk up. The incessant pounding in my head makes me flinch, the hammering sound of the knocking only making it worse.

“Stop it.” I growl as the door is thrown open to reveal a very cheery and energetic Jai.

Why the fuck are we friends?

“Rise and shine, Cupcake!” he says, dunking the paper bag of what I can tell is breakfast from the smell, before he places a foam cup of strong coffee next to it.

I guess he has his uses.

“I hope you aren’t thinking of ways to kill me,” he remarks, observing me suspiciously.

I smirk, “I was just wondering why we are friends, then I remembered you make a good maid.”

He casts me a glare before opening the blinds, the dazzling sunlight only making my head hurt more.

“Close them!”

“No, it’s morning. Why the hell were you drinking?” he asks, scanning the empty bottles that surround my desk, scattered on the floor.

How much did I drink?

“Because I wanted to,” I reply quietly, a sudden thought entering my mind. The day of the rejection I had offered Zaia a drink of our favourite wine.

Deep down, I was hoping that the memory would make her falter and refuse to accept my rejection. Yet she bent far faster than I could have imagined, throwing water all over my plans.

“So you mentioned the Whispering Mountain Pack Ball yesterday. Are you actually considering going to it?” he asks as he drops into the seat opposite my desk.

I’ve searched all the packs around here, even those we are not on friendly terms with. There are only a few packs that I have not managed to get into and those belong to enemy packs.

Whispering Mountain is one of them, and this is the perfect chance to infiltrate their grounds.

“Yes, I’ll be going.”

“Then I’m coming with you. You know it’s going to be risky. Are you seriously considering this?”

“Like I said, yes I am. Besides, when the invitation came last week, Annalise saw it and she wanted to go.”

It’s a good idea, and suddenly it begins to make even more sense that I should go. There’s a high chance that the one behind all of this may be there. If I take Annalise, they will realise I truly have moved on…

Who is it and what do they want from me?

“Cool, then I’ll take Valerie,” Jai says casually.

I look up sharply and frown. “Valerie? As in Valerie Scott, your ex?” I ask, opening up the brown paper bag.

There’s some hangover medicine in there too. The guy can be so damn annoying, but he’s a good friend, half the time anyway.

“Yes, Doctor Valerie Scott,” He replies sarcastically, making me frown. Sighing, he shrugs, “Yeah, she’s still super hot, and I wouldn’t mind seeing her in a sexy gown again. I mean, she’s gorgeous as hell and I’m bored of seeing her hiding her assets behind that boring white doctor’s coat.”

He smirks and he sits forward as I down the medication he got me and gulp down some water, hoping it helps.

“Right, and are you forgetting the fact that both of you jump at each other’s throats the moment you’re in the same room?” I remind him.

He winks at me. “Who knows, she might succumb to how hot I look and decide to engage in some smoking hot angry sex. I kinda miss that…”

“I don’t want to know your bedroom antics. I don’t think she’ll agree, but I mean, if she does, then fine. I’ll be happy if Annalise gets some company, too.”

“What? So she doesn’t eat your head off for the full evening?”

I cast him a glare and he snickers.

“Jai, did you ever manage to get me an assessment of everyone who had come in and out of this pack for the last year?” I ask as I bite into the sandwich.

His face becomes serious, and he shakes his head. “I’m still working on it… Seb, you’re asking for everyone who has come in and out of the city for a full year. That’s… that’s not an easy feat. I’ve been on it for several weeks, and I’m not even half done, but I’ll get there. I know you have your reasons not to ask the IT team, but care to share why you want to know?”

He’s asked me several times, but I can’t bring myself to risk anything by telling him. Over one year ago, was the first time I received a message.

Until this day, I still remember what was written on the plain white card in bold black font.

YOUR WIFE TRULY IS PRETTY, ISN’T SHE?

I had brushed it aside as a prank and had commanded my men to find out where it came from, but nothing came up and I didn’t worry about it and soon forgot about it.

That was until a second one came two weeks later.

I WONDER HOW YOUR WIFE’S BLOOD WOULD LOOK RUNNING DOWN HER PRETTY LITTLE NECK?