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!”

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

I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my

like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart.

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming out

I hear her move away from the door and I massage my

I deserve 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

I

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

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

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

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

hand tight around my neck. She raises her other hand,

at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back

the feel of it sends

doing?” she asks, 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 we

off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and I

she begins with a

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

nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other

I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as

“Dirty dog.”

but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and

to enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a

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

shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did

“You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning

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 to the

to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric, the

as I lay back and place my arms under my

emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our

“Sebastian!”

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

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before

it?” I ask, my voice

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

fine, you

as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and only then do

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