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!”

phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to

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 our

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

“Sebastian?”

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

her move away from the

pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go,

am I

flowers in the glass. The rain

a good while later. I’m not sure how long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor

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

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

one hand tight around my neck. She

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

and the feel of it sends pleasure

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

the tent in

begins with a

one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a

you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp

to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away

“Dirty dog.”

a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks

her a full-on view of

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

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

the list of insults sure

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

I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way

internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with

“Sebastian!”

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

none other than Zaia before

it?” I ask,

touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I

fine, you

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

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