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!”

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

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

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 later when she knocks on the

“Sebastian?”

I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant

away from

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 falling

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

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 the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep with one of the pillows

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

when her eyes fly

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

at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to

Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the

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

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in

she begins with

you are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her

attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing

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

“Dirty dog.”

glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips

my towel cockily, giving her a

around myself once more, trying not to admire how

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

list of

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

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 fabric, the

lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

Sleep didn’t come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s a

“Sebastian!”

and clammy. My body is aching, and I have a

the eyes of none other than Zaia before

I ask,

and you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand

you sleep.”

her sexy legs as she holds a hand out

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