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.

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

taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes

“Sebastian?”

be out soon,” I say, my voice coming out

away from the door and

like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to

I

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 the story

The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor

of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my

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

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

eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and

mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening

doing?” she asks, releasing my throat. 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 the bed. You should

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

she begins with a glare.

you are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of

were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger

I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly

“Dirty dog.”

fists clenched, cheeks flushed

cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her

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

did get pretty down and

the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning as

the bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A

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

and place my

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

“Sebastian!”

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

into the eyes of none other than Zaia

ask,

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

fine, you sleep.”

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 feel fucking

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