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 dry and although I want

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

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

“Sebastian?”

my voice coming out rougher than I meant

her move away from the door and I massage my

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 falling weak

window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against

while 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

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

her eyes

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

as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back

my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends

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 move… unless you want

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

she begins with a

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

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

don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods,

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

once more, trying not

did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember

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

the bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate

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 the fabric,

groan as I lay back and

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

“Sebastian!”

eyes open, feeling extremely cold and

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I

is it?” I ask, my voice sounding

touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

you sleep.”

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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