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!”

and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say something, I

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

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

“Sebastian?”

I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant

her move away from

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

I

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

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

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

her eyes fly open. She

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

from orange back to

abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south,

she 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… unless you want me to take you.”

to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked

with

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

I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over

is thumping as she slowly nods, and I

“Dirty dog.”

standing there, fists clenched,

before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her face. Gasping in

more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look

need to be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down

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

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 sleeping. I smirk and

beside 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

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

easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s a

“Sebastian!”

my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body

of none other than Zaia before I

ask, my

Her hand feels cool, and I welcome

fine, you sleep.”

my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as

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