I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 39


    An Impulsive Moment


    SEBASTIAN. One weekter and we are finally at the long -awaited business meeting. Through the


    large windows, I can see the snow covered mountains in the distance. This ce is beautiful, but not


    as 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. There


    are only fivepanies that have made it this far and, of course, I pushed my way in with my


    reputation alone.


    But I’m only here for Zaia, however, I’m d I came, because I wasn’t expecting the Harrison heir to be


    here…


    He had a rather poor reputation tainted with usations of assault, possession and supplying drugs


    and 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 not


    fucking working. He looks bored and tired and wasn’t even hiding it until Zaia stepped through the


    doors and now he has his eyes glued on her.


    “Thank you, Mr Oscar.” The Client, Mr Keith Harrison, a billionaire with several strings of businesses


    beneath him, says. There are only threepanies 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’s


    fucking pissing me off… but he isn’t as obvious as Kyle Harrison. Then, there’s the Toussaints, and the


    Kings 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 blush


    blouse which is 2/12 tucked into her high white pencil skirt, and I can’t fucking say I’m not checking her


    out either…


    I can see thece outline of her bra beneath her shirt that’s ever so slightly sheer. The hint of cleavage


    is fucking enticing too…


    Her hair is put up in a sophisticated bun, with small earrings and the entire dirty fantasy about fucking


    her on this very table is made worse by the pair of sses she’s wearing. A fashion statement, but one


    that 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 probably


    around 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 and


    my eyes dip to her perky peach of an ass as she makes her way to the front of the table. Unable to


    deny that the way it moves only sends a strong wave of pleasure through me. Now that’s the only kind


    of peach I want to sink my teeth into. Luckily for me, it means she’s now standing at a point where I can


    get an even better view of her.


    She’s one of three women in the room and although I know she’s an excellent businesswoman, she


    looks far too fucking gorgeous to be here.


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


    project.


    She deserves the job. Her approach is new, different and definitely very efficient. But I also realise that


    regardless 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 happy


    he’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 to


    contain my rage as Kyle Harrison eye-fucks her as he watches her speak. Keith listens to her with full


    attention 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 hand


    slip under the table and I realise exactly what the fuck he’s doing, he’s touching himself, getting off at


    the sight of her.


    He might try to be fucking discreet, but I’m not fucking stupid. I look away, my heart racing in anger, not


    even realising I’ve snapped the pen in my hand.


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


    I nce up. Everyone but the bastard is looking at me. He’s too busy looking at Zaia and imagining


    God fucking knows what.


    “Perfectly,” I say through gritted teeth. “Well do continue Ms Toussaint, we will take a short break after


    your presentation,” Keith says with a gesture of his hand.


    “Of course. Thank you, Mr Harrison.” Zaia says. She nces at me, concern in her eyes before she


    turns back to the screen.


    I turn my attention back to the sleazeball. His track record for being a fuck boy with a questionable past


    is 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; I


    ssh 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 when


    the door opens, and a few men enter,ughing.


    “Did you see her ass? Who wants to bet I’ll have her by the end of this week?” Kyle’s fucking voice


    comes, and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think by the end of the day, redheads are said


    to be fun.” One of his cronies snickers.


    Don’t lose your shit, Sebastian…


    Walk.


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    My eyes are zing as I make my way over to the door, but it’s his next words that snap thest


    threads of my self-restraint.


    “Think she’ll be up for anal? Who cares? I like to surprise them, and by then it’s too damnte!” He


    asks them, before bursting intoughter.


    Daniel is standing outside, and he’s pale, clearly having heard the conversation. Four of Harrison’s


    guards 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? Is


    everything ok?” Another one of my men’s voiceses back.


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


    “Alpha…” Daniel mutters, but I ignore him. “Go to the meeting room now,” Imand him, giving him


    no option but to leave. I turn the corner, assessing the security cameras at every corner, before I slip


    out of sight, waiting for mymand to be carried out.


    My eyes are zing silver, my ws are out and all I want to do is beat that sleazeball with everything I


    fucking have. It’s a few minutes before the entire building cks out, and the rm goes off.


    Smirking, I turn swiftly and head back the way to the bathroom. No one says that about my woman and


    gets away with it. A few red lights are shing 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 the


    first 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 ce is pitch ck


    save for the shlight one of the guards is carrying and I lean back against the wall, not wanting to be


    seen.


    “Please, sir!”


    “Go fuck yourself, Weasel!” he curses, rounding the corner and stumbling right over my feet. “Two


    minutes Alpha.” My man’s voicees 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 him


    across the face. Damn hard.


    I deliver a second punch, this time letting go of him and he goes stumbling back roughly, hitting the


    opposite wall. The satisfaction crunch of something breaking is like music to my ears and I quickly


    move 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. I


    want 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 lightse back on. I now feel a little


    better. I fix my jacket and cor, 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 like


    him, even if it means I have to take this deal from her.