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

away from the door and I

else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself up, so why do I think I should try to win

am I falling

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 story within my own

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 with one of the pillows

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

I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready 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 through my

one hand tight around my neck. She

eyes flicker from orange back

and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening

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

dips to the tent in my towel, which is still

begins with

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

I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on my

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look so

did get pretty down

pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of

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

be able to think about is the way she looks in that

and place my arms under my

come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending

“Sebastian!”

and clammy. My body is aching, and I

into the eyes of none other than Zaia

I ask, my

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

fine, you sleep.”

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

the bed and I’m about to lie

some water from last night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that contains the wraps I never

good I got

behind me as she