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!”

at mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say something,

my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her and our

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

“Sebastian?”

voice coming out rougher than I

from the door and

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

am I

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

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

steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her,

her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head

to the ground straddling me, one hand tight

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

pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening

scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the bed. You should move… unless you want

Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and

begins with a glare.

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

I clamp my hand over

is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go

“Dirty dog.”

there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout

enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view

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

anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played

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

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 drop to the

her, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the

Sebastian. I internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under

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

“Sebastian!”

cold and clammy. My

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I

it?” I ask, my voice

touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on

fine, you sleep.” I

self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get

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