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!”

emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and

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

my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing

“Sebastian?”

voice coming out

I hear her move away from the door and I massage

I was ready to let her go. I let her

am I

the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the story

The light is off, and the bed is

I 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 when I notice the teardrop at the corner of her

her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly

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

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

pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel

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 me to take

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

with

one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks

nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on

anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away when she

“Dirty dog.”

head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched,

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 in

wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not

shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

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

fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed.

sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press

back and

the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

extremely cold and clammy. My body is

none

ask,

…” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on

you sleep.” I

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 get up on my own and only

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