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

my eyes. I

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

“Sebastian?”

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

away from the door and

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

I falling weak

the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the

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

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

her to bed, when her eyes fly

tight around my neck. She raises her

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

pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends

looking the vision of perfection. Raising her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying

dips to the tent in my towel, which

she begins with a

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

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

anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she

“Dirty dog.”

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

her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her

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

shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty

the list of insults sure is growing,” I say,

Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed

sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts

I internally groan as I lay back and

didn’t come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body

none other

is it?” I ask, my

and you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get

fine, you sleep.” I

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

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