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!”

place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to

me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was

not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when

“Sebastian?”

say, my voice coming out

move away from the door

justify to myself that 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

the tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. 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

frown as I silently walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside

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

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

through me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange

against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the dormant

of perfection. Raising her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we

jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which

she begins with

right on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade

I nh!” I clamp my hand over

to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away when

“Dirty dog.”

there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips

I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard

more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look

memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you

growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning as she storms to

the bed, then fine! 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

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 that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric, the outline of

and place my arms under my head,

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

“Sebastian!”

extremely cold and clammy. My body

of none other than Zaia before

it?” I ask, my voice

hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on

you

sexy legs as she holds

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