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!”

much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat

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

taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when she knocks on

“Sebastian?”

voice coming out

I hear her move away from the door and I massage my

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

I falling weak

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

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

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

eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor.

pins me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises her

eyes flicker from orange back

mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the dormant beast

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

tent in my

begins with

right on me,” I

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

disturb 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, cheeks flushed and a pout on

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

once more, trying not to

are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and

dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning as she storms

33 A Restless Nigh

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 fabric, the outline

and

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!”

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

of none other than

ask,

burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch.

fine, you sleep.”

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

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