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

behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have

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

“Sebastian?”

soon,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I

I hear her move away from the door and I

like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to

am I

at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the

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

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

you. Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her 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

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

Her eyes flicker from

abdomen and the feel of it sends

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…

to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in

she begins with a

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

clamp my

do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she

“Dirty dog.”

standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her

you 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 her

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

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

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

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

I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think

back and place my arms under my

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

“Sebastian!”

and clammy. My

none other than Zaia before I glance

ask, my voice sounding

forehead. Her hand feels cool, and

you sleep.” I

takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and only then do I realise

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