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 I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I

close my

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

“Sebastian?”

be out soon,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it

away from the door

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

am I

window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against

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 with one of the pillows from the

of her heartbeat. I

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

tight around my neck. She raises her other hand,

me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from

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

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

tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and I stand

with a glare.

who pressed your pussy right on me,”

you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand

you don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

trying not to admire how

you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took this

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

on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the

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

lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time

“Sebastian!”

cold and clammy. My

look into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I

it?” I ask, my voice

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

you

me. Get 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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