I Am The Luna

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 emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I

me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost

face her, not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice

from the door and I massage

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

I falling

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

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

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

Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She

the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises her other hand, her claws

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

mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel

asks, 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. “Trying to move you to the bed. You should move… unless you want me

swallows hard, jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent

with

right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks

I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

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

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

are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults

wanted to give me the bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and

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

I lay back and place my

outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s a

“Sebastian!”

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

look into the eyes of none other

ask,

Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get

fine, you sleep.”

with me. Get up.” She says, standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as