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!”

mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and

I close my eyes. I

this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming

away from the door and I massage

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 think I should try to win her

I falling weak

with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the story within

sure how long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply

her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I

hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the

the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises her other

flicker from orange back

Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the dormant beast within

perfection. Raising her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly

begins with

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

not! I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my

ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away when she

“Dirty dog.”

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

my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she

my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look

you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played

the list of insults sure

She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being

sleep beside her, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she

and place my arms under

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

“Sebastian!”

open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching,

of none other than

I ask, my voice

hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up,

you

her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to

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