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 eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I

a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when she

“Sebastian?”

out soon,” I say, my voice

move away from the door and I massage my

deserve another chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to

I falling

flowers in the glass. The rain is

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, fast asleep

walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my

hurting 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

one hand tight around my neck. She raises her other hand, her claws

Her eyes flicker from orange

pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends

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

Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still

begins with a

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

you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth,

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.”

there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on

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.

my towel around myself once more, trying not to

be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I

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

she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and

all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that

and place my arms under my head, closing my

the emotions I feel, spending time

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching,

the eyes of none

it?” I ask,

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

you sleep.” I

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 then

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