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!”

the phone down and stand up.

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

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

“Sebastian?”

soon,” I say, my voice coming

hear her move away from the door

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 should try to win

am I

staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the

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

as 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

slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes

tight around my neck. She

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

abdomen and 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 me to

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

begins with a glare.

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

I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other

thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away when she

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look so

you are anything but shy and you did get pretty

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gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did

think about is the way she looks in that shirt.

as I lay back and place my arms under

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

“Sebastian!”

crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is

into the eyes of none other

it?” I ask, my voice

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

you sleep.” I

all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as

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