I Am The Luna

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 and although I want

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 our

breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few

“Sebastian?”

be out soon,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it

her move away from the door

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 do I

I

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

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

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

keep hurting you. 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

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

at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a

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

brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to

swallows hard, jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in

she begins with

me,” I growl, making

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

Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

more, trying not to admire

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

growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list

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

to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric, the outline of

internally groan as I lay back and

outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our

“Sebastian!”

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

look into the eyes of none

is it?” I ask, my voice

forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome

fine, you sleep.” I

Get 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