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!”

place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry

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

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

“Sebastian?”

soon,” I say, my voice coming

from the door and I massage my

protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself

am I falling weak

frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass.

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

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

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 my

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

as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath of

abdomen and the feel of it sends

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

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

begins with a

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

clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on my

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

“Dirty dog.”

murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed

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

once more, trying not to admire

shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played

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

then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always

sleep 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 shirt. The way her breasts

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

outside and the emotions

“Sebastian!”

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

of none other than Zaia before

I ask, my

you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels

fine, you sleep.”

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 get up on my own and only then do I

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