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!”
mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say
close my eyes. I have nothing. She was
eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to
“Sebastian?”
voice
from
do I 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
am I falling weak
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
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 had placed the towels on the ground,
can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch
keep hurting you. Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She
me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around
me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath of
now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel
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
Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which
begins with
are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright
clamp my hand over her mouth, placing
I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods,
“Dirty dog.”
my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips looking cute as
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
chuckle, wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire
you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down
She growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… 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
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, the outline of
groan as I lay back and place
the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our
“Sebastian!”
eyes open, feeling extremely cold and
eyes of none other than Zaia before
I ask, my
murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,
fine, you sleep.”
up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she
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