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!”

place the phone down and stand up. My throat is

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 our

breath. Trying to steady my racing heart.

“Sebastian?”

voice

away from the door and I massage

justify to myself that I deserve another chance? 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 why do I think I should try to

am I falling

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

off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels

can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice the teardrop at the corner of

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,

the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst

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

scans the

me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which

with a glare.

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

were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

you used to enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her face. Gasping

once more, trying not to admire

memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and

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

A Restless Nigh

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

back and place my arms under

and the emotions I feel, spending time with her…

“Sebastian!”

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

eyes of none other than

is it?” I ask, my voice sounding

forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome

fine, you

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

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