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Chapter 144 – Zaia Toussaint and Sebastian King: Werewolf Novel Free Online

Posted on September 16, 2025 by admin

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I drive away from pack grounds and when I reach one of the narrow roads I park my car, and quickly pull on a black coat and a blond wig. I step out of the car, continuing the rest of the way on foot. I’m carrying a large tote bag which holds a gun and a few other supplies.

Under the stairs…

I reach Mom’s home, remembering after the rejection how I came here, and she supported me.

I messed up…

With a heavy heart, I look at the windows. The net curtains still hang in the windows and a part of me feels that perhaps I could walk up to that door and knock…

And maybe, maybe she’ll open it and hug me, telling me it’ll be ok…

I was angry at you Mom… but I didn’t want you to leave…

Brushing away a tear, I remain in the shadows. The neighbours around here have always been nosy…

I make my way around the back of the house, keeping hidden as I inch closer to the house.

Once I cross the patio, I know the neighbours can’t see me and I quickly get to work on the back door. I manage to break the lock quickly and slip inside, shutting the door quietly behind me.

The sound echoes in the silence despite how quietly I shut it and I look around the dark kitchen. The dust particles that were disturbed by my entry waft through the air and I glance around the kitchen.

It looks the same, just Mom’s homely touch is missing.

She’s gone.

She’ll never make me another meal… never give me another hug… despite her flaws, she was a good mother… I just wish I realised that sooner. How many people live with grudges and only when that person is gone do we realise it’s too late…

Too late to say I love you one final time … too late to hold them for another moment…

The pain of losing her hits me like a freight train and I drop into one of her chairs, resting my elbows on the table. I take a moment to reminisce on the time we’ve spent together.

It’s peaceful….

After several minutes, I stand up with a heavy heart, shouldering my bag and leave the kitchen, walking over to the closet under the stairs.

Pulling back the lock, I pull open the door. It creaks loudly, and I glance around the hall before I step into the closet. Taking my gun out, I cock the trigger, placing it down gently beside me. No, I don’t think anyone is here, but you can never be too careful…

There are a few boxes and an old raincoat in here. I move the stuff aside. From the layer of dust that covers them, it’s clear they haven’t been touched. I then pull up the lino flooring and feel around for the floorboards, hoping one might be looser.

She did say at the back… none seem to be loose, and I reach into my bag, taking out one of the screwdrivers I had brought with me and begin prying it loose.

Once I get the first one up, I manage to loosen two more, much easier. Taking out my phone, I shine the light underneath.

Where is it?

I scrabble around, feeling under the floorboards as I begin ripping more up. I cough, trying not to inhale too much dust. I’ve taken apart all the floorboards under the stairs but…

Did I misunderstand her?

I feel and check every corner and niche.

My heart sinks as I realise there’s nothing here.

A dead end…

Once again, another failure.

27. A Finding ZAIA. or I Am The Luna By Moonlight Muse

“Think Zaia… think…”

I mutter as I feel under the floorboards once again. I need it, not only to track the Sable but to find Dad. Those I have sent out to search for him have so far found nothing, as I feared.

I refuse to let this put me down. This goal is all that is keeping me going strong. I’m desperate for some kind of victory as I sit there trying to think where it could be.

Mom said… our old home…

Could she possibly mean the house we lived in right after Dad and her split?

I tilt my head before I quickly begin putting the floorboards back. I have to hurry, in case someone finds out I’m here. The dust is no longer coating the planks as it was before I touched them, but there is little I can do.

I just hope no one realises someone’s been here, or that I may have found the Moon Dust; I don’t want them to know that either.

Once everything is put back to the best of my capabilities, I leave the way I entered, through the back. Pausing in the door, I look at the house Mom lived in. She didn’t like Sebastian, yet she came here, to this pack for me.

I feel the same wave of guilt that has refused to leave me since her death, and I close the door after me, not looking back. There are things we cannot change… we must simply learn from them.

I return to my car and decide that there is no point in delaying looking in the other house and so I drive towards Dad’s pack. I call Jai, deciding to tell him I’ll be late, as I have some things to do.

“Zaia, all ok?”

“Yeah, but I will be a little late, I have something I need to do.”

“Zaia, please don’t do this alone. You have us. We’re here to help.”

“I know…”

There are just some things I need to do alone. “I’ll be fine.”

“Ok… just take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The roads blur past and another strong wave of emotions consumes me as I end the call. A sudden thought enters my mind, and I almost hit the brakes.

Why does Zade want the Moon Dust? What could they possibly want with it that made him torture Mom for answers? They know where we are… unlike us, who have no idea where they are located. My heart is racing and I’m sure it isn’t simply, so I don’t get my hands on it, there has to be more to it…

There is a reason they want the Moon Dust, and I need to make sure they never get their hands on it. With that in mind, I press my foot down on the accelerator, speeding up as I race towards Dad’s pack.

Yet the question never leaves my mind.

Why?

There has to be an answer. I reach Dad’s pack and I lower the window, so the guards can see who I am. The entrance to the pack is heavily guarded on my orders.

“Mind if we check the trunk, Alpha?”

“Of course,”

I say. Those are the rules I set. I can’t afford any carelessness. They instantly open the gates, allowing me entry.

“Alpha!”

Gordon, one of the guards, says as he approaches the car and lowers his head politely. “You shouldn’t be travelling alone.”

The pack members have been relocated to the inner parts of the pack for their safety, with security and patrol heavy.

“I have things to do.”

I say, “I wanted to come check how the questioning went?”

“Well, the housekeeper said she did feel worried when your mother refused to leave her room and commanded food to be left outside her door, but she admits she should have told someone.”

“Question her again. I don’t believe that. Someone should have raised the alarm if they hadn’t even seen her for days.”

I say dismissively. “If we don’t get the answers, I’ll question them myself. I want answers, not excuses.”

My eyes flash as Gordon lowers his head, and I put the car into drive. “I will be at the Pack House in about an hour’s time. Bring them all there for questioning, including the guards who have been on duty for the last three weeks.”

“Yes, Alpha!”

I slide my window up and drive off, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I will find the answers, one way or another.

I pull up outside the house where Mom and I once stayed, realising I didn’t consider the chance that someone would be living here….

How do I get to the under-the-stair closet in someone else’s home? A sudden thought comes to me and taking a deep breath, I step out of the car, shouldering my bag and walk to the door. Ringing the bell, I wait.

It’s opened soon by a man in his late forties. “Hello… Alpha?”

he looks confused before lowering his head politely.

“Hello… Mr…”

“Grant, Alpha.”

“Mr Grant…”

I force a smile, pretending to be upset, although it’s not hard when so many things are pushing me to the edge. One thought of Sebastian’s betrayal or Mom’s death brings tears to my eyes, and I take a deep, shaky breath.

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