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,

the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She

shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to

“Sebastian?”

be out soon,” I say, my voice coming out rougher

hear her move away from

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

am I

the tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering

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 where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep with one of the pillows

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

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 rushing

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

me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from

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

as she scans the room as if trying to remember

me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in

with

on me,” I

clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on my

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

“Dirty dog.”

my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing 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

chuckle, wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look so

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 hate being disturbed when sleeping.

sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric, the outline of

lay back and place my arms under my

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

“Sebastian!”

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

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I glance

I ask,

She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on the

fine, you

standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds

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