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!”

mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I

it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her and our two treasures

my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice

away from

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 think I should try to win her

am I

in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the

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

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

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

hand tight around my

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

mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel

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

tent in my

with

your pussy right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks

clamp my

I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go

“Dirty dog.”

tilt my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips looking cute as

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

chuckle, wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how her

you did get pretty down and dirty

pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults

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

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 her

groan as I lay back and place my arms

easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel,

“Sebastian!”

frown as I crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My

the eyes of none

it?” I ask,

…” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand

fine, you

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

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