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!”

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

my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and

her, not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my

“Sebastian?”

voice coming

move away from the

was ready to let her go. I let her

I falling weak

tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound

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,

She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice the teardrop at the corner of her

slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She

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

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

and the feel of it sends pleasure

releasing my throat. She sits 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 want

dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly

she begins with a

right on me,” I growl, making

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

heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away

“Dirty dog.”

there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips

I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on,

around myself once more, trying not to admire

need to be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how

a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say,

on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and drop to

was planning to 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.

internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under

the thunder outside and the emotions I

“Sebastian!”

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

look into the eyes of none other than

I ask, my voice

you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on the

fine, you

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

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