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!”

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

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

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

“Sebastian?”

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

I hear her move away from the door and I

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

am I

the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering

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,

I silently walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice

her to bed, when her eyes fly

tight around

me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst

lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the dormant

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

me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and I stand

begins with a glare.

pussy right on me,” I growl,

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

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers

once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look so

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

list of insults sure is growing,”

she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed.

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. The way her breasts press against the

I internally groan as I lay back and place my arms

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!”

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

of none

I ask, my

touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on the

you sleep.”

Get up.” She says, standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I

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