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!”

and stand up. My throat is dry

I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her

not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when she knocks on the

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming out rougher than I

move away from the door

chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go.

am I falling

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

back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty.

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

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 neck. She raises her other hand, her claws

as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath

lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south,

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

the tent in my towel, which is still

she begins with a glare.

your pussy right on me,” I growl,

attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing

as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about

“Dirty dog.”

standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips

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,

my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire

memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took

the list of insults sure

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

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

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

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

“Sebastian!”

and

look into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I glance

is it?” I ask, my voice sounding

She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and

you

her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get

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