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!”

Look at mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say something, I

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

“Sebastian?”

voice coming out rougher than

hear her move away from the door and I

and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to

am I falling

glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the

not sure how long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and

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

bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My

me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

from orange back to amethyst and she

now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south,

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

tent in my towel, which is still

with a glare.

me,”

clamp my hand over

you don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as

“Dirty dog.”

but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on

riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she

once more, trying not to admire how her

serves, you are anything but shy and you did

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

she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did

able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The

internally groan as I lay back and

emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s

“Sebastian!”

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

the eyes of none

I ask, my voice sounding

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

fine, you

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 get up on my own and only then do I realise I really feel

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