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?”

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

away from

her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself up, so why do I

am I falling weak

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

is off, and the bed is empty.

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

her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner

one hand tight around

flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes,

the feel of it sends pleasure south,

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

quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel,

she begins with

are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,” I

attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her

ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I

“Dirty dog.”

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

this 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 covers her face. Gasping in

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

anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults

bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did

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

back and place my arms under my

the emotions I feel,

“Sebastian!”

my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is

look into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I

ask, my voice

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

you sleep.” I

up.” She says, standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds

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

night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing the bottle

smile. Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it

I feel her getting into the bed behind me as she pulls the