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 is

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 two

breath. Trying to steady my

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it

from the

I justify to myself that I deserve another chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go.

am I

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

The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep

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

eyes fly open. She slams me

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

flashes through me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to

my lower abdomen and the feel

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 me to take

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent

with

on me,” I growl, making her cheeks

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

disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and

“Dirty dog.”

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

used to enjoy 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

myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look

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

list of insults sure

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

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

lay back and place my

didn’t come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

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

look into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I glance

ask, my

burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

fine, you sleep.” I

argue with me. 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

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