I Am The Luna By Moonlight Muse
Chapter 39

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 39

An Impulsive Moment

SEBASTIAN. One week later and we are finally at the long -awaited business meeting. Through thelarge windows, I can see the snow covered mountains in the distance. This place is beautiful, but notas beautiful as the sassy redhead sitting before me.

Seated around an oval table as everyone here gets their chance to show what they have to offer. Thereare only five companies that have made it this far and, of course, I pushed my way in with myreputation alone.

But I’m only here for Zaia, however, I’m glad I came, because I wasn’t expecting the Harrison heir to behere…

He had a rather poor reputation tainted with accusations of assault, possession and supplying drugsand for his party going sideways. Kyle Harrison is a man in his mid-twenties.

It’s obvious his father brought him here in an attempt to show him the ropes of the business, but it’s notfucking working. He looks bored and tired and wasn’t even hiding it until Zaia stepped through thedoors and now he has his eyes glued on her.

“Thank you, Mr Oscar.” The Client, Mr Keith Harrison, a billionaire with several strings of businessesbeneath him, says. There are only three companies left to give their presentations.

One is the sleazy bastard seated not far from me who has his eyes stuck on Zaia’s breasts and it’sfucking pissing me off… but he isn’t as obvious as Kyle Harrison. Then, there’s the Toussaints, and theKings left to give our presentations.

Zaia is seated on the opposite side of the table and a little down from me. She’s wearing a soft blushblouse which is 2/12 tucked into her high white pencil skirt, and I can’t fucking say I’m not checking herout either…

I can see the lace outline of her bra beneath her shirt that’s ever so slightly sheer. The hint of cleavageis fucking enticing too…

Her hair is put up in a sophisticated bun, with small earrings and the entire dirty fantasy about fuckingher on this very table is made worse by the pair of glasses she’s wearing. A fashion statement, but onethat just makes my mind fall in the gutter.

I’m sure I’m not the only one fantasising about her right now, but she’s mine, not theirs. “Ms Toussaint,”Keith says, smiling at her. The corners of his eyes crinkle.

The Harrisons are humans, and proof that humans age faster is clear from the man. who is probablyaround the same age as my own father. “Thank you, Mr Harrison.” She responds. softly, yet clearly,gathering up her iPad and files.

She gives him a smile, one he returns, one that’s a little too friendly for my liking. She stands up andmy eyes dip to her perky peach of an ass as she makes her way to the front of the table. Unable todeny that the way it moves only sends a strong wave of pleasure through me. Now that’s the only kindof peach I want to sink my teeth into. Luckily for me, it means she’s now standing at a point where I canget an even better view of her.

She’s one of three women in the room and although I know she’s an excellent businesswoman, shelooks far too fucking gorgeous to be here.

She’s confident, graceful and to the point as she delivers the Toussaint’s plan if they were to get theproject.

She deserves the job. Her approach is new, different and definitely very efficient. But I also realise thatregardless of how good her business strategy is, the younger Harrison will give her the job.

I can see it in his eyes, the way he’s lusting over her, and it’s obvious that his father is simply happyhe’s taking an interest in the job. Not realising he’s more interested in the woman.

If this partnership didn’t mean so much to Zaia, I would have intervened, but instead, I sit here, trying tocontain my rage as Kyle Harrison eye-fucks her as he watches her speak. Keith listens to her with fullattention as I watch his fucking sleazeball of a son.

Zaia is halfway through her presentation, pointing out some factors on her slide when I see his handslip under the table and I realise exactly what the fuck he’s doing, he’s touching himself, getting off atthe sight of her.

He might try to be fucking discreet, but I’m not fucking stupid. I look away, my heart racing in anger, noteven realising I’ve snapped the pen in my hand.

“Mr King?” Keith asks, “Are you alright?”

I glance up. Everyone but the bastard is looking at me. He’s too busy looking at Zaia and imaginingGod fucking knows what.

“Perfectly,” I say through gritted teeth. “Well do continue Ms Toussaint, we will take a short break afteryour presentation,” Keith says with a gesture of his hand.

“Of course. Thank you, Mr Harrison.” Zaia says. She glances at me, concern in her eyes before sheturns back to the screen.

I turn my attention back to the sleazeball. His track record for being a fuck boy with a questionable pastis something I know of. It is Keith Harrison who handles all business deals. I was not expecting him

here or in any way involved with the business. I don’t want Zaia working around him.

I don’t know how I made it through the meeting without losing my shit and when I get to the bathroom; Isplash water on my face, trying to calm the anger within me.

“All ok Alpha?” Daniel, my assistant, asks, “Yeah,” I growl. “Get out.” I’m about to turn the tap off whenthe door opens, and a few men enter, laughing.

“Did you see her ass? Who wants to bet I’ll have her by the end of this week?” Kyle’s fucking voicecomes, and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think by the end of the day, redheads are saidto be fun.” One of his cronies snickers.

Don’t lose your shit, Sebastian…

Walk.

My eyes are blazing as I make my way over to the door, but it’s his next words that snap the lastthreads of my self-restraint.

“Think she’ll be up for anal? Who cares? I like to surprise them, and by then it’s too damn late!” Heasks them, before bursting into laughter.

Daniel is standing outside, and he’s pale, clearly having heard the conversation. Four of Harrison’sguards stand here and I simply walk past them as Daniel follows me.

“Kill the lights,” I mutter through my earpiece, turning, and walking down the corridor. “Alpha? Iseverything ok?” Another one of my men’s voices comes back.

“Do it. Now.” I command quietly, passing the second set of his bodyguards.

“Alpha…” Daniel mutters, but I ignore him. “Go to the meeting room now,” I command him, giving himno option but to leave. I turn the corner, assessing the security cameras at every corner, before I slipout of sight, waiting for my command to be carried out.

My eyes are blazing silver, my claws are out and all I want to do is beat that sleazeball with everything Ifucking have. It’s a few minutes before the entire building blacks out, and the alarm goes off.

Smirking, I turn swiftly and head back the way to the bathroom. No one says that about my woman andgets away with it. A few red lights are flashing as someone shouts why the generator hasn’t kicked in.

Well done, boys. There are shouts as security tries to secure the building and I silently sneak past thefirst set of Harrison’s bodyguards without even being noticed. Like a thief in the night.

The perks of being a werewolf….

I spot the bastard outside the bathroom arguing with four more security guards. “Please, Mr Harrison,we need to stay on alert until everything is checked.”

“It’s just a fucking power trip… big fucking deal.” He shoves the man blindly, walking towards me,unseeing as he takes his chances.

“Move it, man!” He curses one of his men. I smirk, staying in the shadows. The place is pitch blacksave for the flashlight one of the guards is carrying and I lean back against the wall, not wanting to beseen.

“Please, sir!”

“Go fuck yourself, Weasel!” he curses, rounding the corner and stumbling right over my feet. “Twominutes Alpha.” My man’s voice comes through the earpiece.

I know I don’t have the time to drag this out … reaching down; I lift him to his feet before I punch himacross the face. Damn hard.

I deliver a second punch, this time letting go of him and he goes stumbling back roughly, hitting theopposite wall. The satisfaction crunch of something breaking is like music to my ears and I quicklymove away, knowing the lights will be on any minute.

A grunt and groan of pain escapes him as he slumps to the ground. I can hear the shouts of his men. Iwant to threaten him, but I don’t want this pointing back at Zaia.

I need to get back to my spot before they spot me, or worse, the lights come back on. I now feel a littlebetter. I fix my jacket and collar, sleeking back my hair.

Time to get back to that meeting… because there’s no way I’m going to let Zaia work with a fucker likehim, even if it means I have to take this deal from her.