I Am The Luna

Chapter 33

A Restless Night

SEBASTIAN. There’s sadness and regret in her eyes before she looks down, taking her phone. back from me. There’s no way to explain the pain in my chest.

Ashbane or not, I fucked it all up. I should have been there when she was pregnant and going through heartbreak when she was poisoned, when she was in labour, for my pups, but I couldn’t be.

So many years have passed and despite my every chance to find the one behind it, he’s slipped out of my grasp, to the point when he realised I was onto him, he’d threaten Mainly, it was in the form of trying to harm Zaia as a warning. I had to tread carefully, and I really have been, but the stealthy approach has made the process slower. However, I have found clues and no matter how many times he escapes my grasp, he won’t be able to do so forever.

She passes the phone back to me. “You can scroll through.”

My heart races as I stare down at the image of Zaia in a hospital bed, she looks tired yet breathtaking as she holds the babies to her breasts, clearly just having given birth. There’s more… them in their first outfits…

them in their Moses baskets…, their name plaques… There are many, and with each passing image, I can see how they grow. Zion is a mini-me, and seeing that really makes me feel even more emotional, and

Sia, she’s a mini-Zaia, even if her hair and eyes are not the same colour.

My kids are beautiful. Our kids.

There are a few random pictures between, of a hot drink or some scenery, but most of the gallery is of the children.

There’s the occasional precious shot of Zaia, and each time I can’t help but admire her breathtaking beauty. Not wanting her to take the phone back, I continued to skim through the photos of our children.

It’s like I’m watching them in slow motion, like a reel going through the years. I click on the video, where the kids are playing with slime and laughing.

“Give me some Mommy!”

I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although

to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her and

my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when she knocks on the

“Sebastian?”

my voice coming out rougher than

I hear her move away from the door and I

pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself up, so why do I

am I falling weak

in the glass. The rain is hammering against

and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep with one

I silently walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I

her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor.

ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She

stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting

pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south,

she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the bed. You

dips to the tent in

with a glare.

who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a

were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp

you don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to

“Dirty dog.”

glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips

taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her

my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how

be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

the list

Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She

to think about is the

as I lay back and place my arms

didn’t come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is

the eyes of none

is it?” I ask, my voice

up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on the

fine, you sleep.”

takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get

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