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!”

I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is

my eyes.

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

“Sebastian?”

out soon,” I say, my voice

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 think I should try to win her

am I falling

the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to

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

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

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,

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

from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath of

my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends

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…

to the tent in my towel,

with

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

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

you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m

“Dirty dog.”

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

I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her face. Gasping in

myself once more, trying

but shy and you did get

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

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 smirk and drop

was planning 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 she looks in

lay back and place my arms under

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

“Sebastian!”

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

of none other than Zaia before

it?” I ask,

murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the

fine, you sleep.” I

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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