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

the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my

deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it

from the door and I massage my

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 built herself up, so why do I think I should

I

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

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

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

to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing through my

ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

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

abdomen and the feel of

her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to

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

she begins with

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

clamp my hand over

heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her.

“Dirty dog.”

my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips looking

I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her

trying not to

anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

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

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

sleep beside her, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is

lay back and place my arms under

come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I

“Sebastian!”

and clammy. My body is aching,

of none other than Zaia before I

I ask, my voice

forehead. Her hand feels cool,

you sleep.”

legs as she holds a hand out to me. I

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