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!”

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

close my eyes. I have nothing. She was

can’t face her, not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes

“Sebastian?”

my voice coming out rougher

hear her move away from the

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

am I falling

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

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

of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice the teardrop at the

move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me

hand tight around my neck. She

her. Her eyes flicker from

the feel of it

releasing my throat. She 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 where we are.

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my

with a glare.

the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of

not! I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on

disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods,

“Dirty dog.”

her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a

cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her face. Gasping in

more, trying

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

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

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

think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric,

internally groan as I lay back and

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

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I

of none other

ask, my

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

fine, you

it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a

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