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!”

Look at mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is

walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was

taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing

“Sebastian?”

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

move away from the door

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

am I falling

flowers in the glass. The

long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed

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

keep hurting 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

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

eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting

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

hair back as she scans the room as

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still

with a

are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I

not! I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger

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

“Dirty dog.”

head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists

taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view

more, trying

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 played

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

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.

I internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

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

“Sebastian!”

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

none other than

I ask, my voice sounding

touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

you

her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to

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