I Am The Luna

Chapter 33

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?”

my voice coming out rougher than I meant

hear her move away from the door and

to myself that I deserve another chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to

I falling weak

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

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

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 onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing

one hand tight around

as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath of

my lower abdomen and the feel of

doing?” she 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 as if trying to

off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and

begins with a glare.

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

I clamp my hand

I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about

“Dirty dog.”

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

I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her

once more, trying not to admire how her bare

shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I

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.

I’d be able to think about is the way

as I lay back and place my arms

so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My

none

it?” I ask, my

She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

fine, you

not to stare at her sexy legs as she

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

She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that contains the

good I got ill… if it meant her looking after

getting into the bed behind me as she pulls the sheet over us, bringing memories of

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