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!”

become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat

my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost

breath. Trying

“Sebastian?”

out soon,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant

her move away from the door and I

After I rejected her and 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

I

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

in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she

silently walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice the teardrop at the

bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the

me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

Her eyes flicker from

pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel

She sits back, looking the vision of 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 to

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

with

you are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I

an attacker! I nh!” I clamp

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

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

to be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took this

She growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning

33 A Restless

be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts

Sebastian. I internally groan as I lay back and place my

the thunder outside and the emotions I feel,

“Sebastian!”

crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I have a

the eyes of none other than Zaia

I ask, my voice

shivering… and you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand

fine, you sleep.”

me. Get up.” She says, standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me.

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