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

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

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

“Sebastian?”

out soon,” I say, my voice coming out

from the door and

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

am I falling weak

stare at the tiny window with 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 own

I’m not 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

her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I

her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing

tight around my neck. She raises

through me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting

the feel

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

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my

with a glare.

one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of

thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the

is thumping as she slowly

“Dirty dog.”

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

towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making

wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire

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

on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed

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 fabric, the outline of

groan as I lay back and

the emotions I feel, spending

“Sebastian!”

extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I have a

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before

is it?” I ask, my voice sounding

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

fine, you sleep.” I

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

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