I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse 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!”

“Sia! Look at mine.” The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say something, I can’t.

I 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 two treasures too…

I can’t face her, 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 she knocks on the door.

“Sebastian?”

I say, my voice

move away from the door and I massage

protect her, I was ready to let her go. I

am I falling

glass. The rain is hammering against

The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground,

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

to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back

pins me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck.

eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst

pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening

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 are. “Trying to move you to the bed. You should move…

dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked

with

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

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

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

“Dirty dog.”

head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a

dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she

my towel around myself once more, trying

you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

“Pig, dog… the list of insults

gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being

be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her

internally groan as I lay back and

and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s

“Sebastian!”

open, feeling extremely cold and

into the eyes of none other

I ask, my voice

up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and

fine, you sleep.” I

her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me.

I stagger to the bed and I’m about to lie down when she quickly

need to.” She says placing the bottle

can’t help but smile. Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it meant her looking after

behind me as she pulls the sheet over