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!”

phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although

and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I

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

“Sebastian?”

soon,” I say, my voice coming out

from the door and I massage my

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 go, and she built herself up, so why do I think I should try to

I falling

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

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

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

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

pins me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to

now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends

her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where

jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which

she begins with

pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a

were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her

to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn

“Dirty dog.”

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

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 eyes widen before she

more, trying

did get pretty

list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning

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

able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt.

back and place my arms

and the emotions I

“Sebastian!”

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

into the eyes of none

I ask, my voice

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

fine, you sleep.”

as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my

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