I Am The Luna

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

Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She

not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady

“Sebastian?”

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

her move away from the door and I massage

rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let

am I falling weak

tiny window 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

later. I’m not 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 at the floor where she

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 corner

you. Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing through my

one hand tight around my neck. She raises her other hand, her claws

flashes through me as I 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, awakening the

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

hard, jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is

with

pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl,

I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the

do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and

“Dirty dog.”

her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a

you used to enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her

wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not

need 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

list of insults sure

gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping.

I was planning to 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 looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against

I internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

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

eyes of none other than

it?” I ask,

…” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

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. I get up on my own and only then do I realise I really