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

walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her and our

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

“Sebastian?”

soon,” I say, my voice coming out

move away from

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 she built herself

I falling weak

the tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the

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 at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep

of her heartbeat.

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

hand tight around

stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she

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

Raising her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move

to the tent in my towel, which

she begins with a

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

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

want 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 she

“Dirty dog.”

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

giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before

more, trying

shy and you did get pretty down

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

the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into

can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in

internally groan as I lay back and

emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

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

the eyes of none other than Zaia before

I ask, my voice sounding

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

fine, you sleep.”

stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on

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