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 coming out rougher than I meant it

her move away from the door and I massage my

After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go.

I

at the tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it

back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed

steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when

eyes fly open. She slams me

me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises her

eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes,

mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure

you 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 remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the

swallows hard, jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel,

with a glare.

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

nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other

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

“Dirty dog.”

but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout

my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view

myself once more, trying not

need to be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took

dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning as she storms

bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I

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

and place my arms

outside and the emotions I feel, spending

“Sebastian!”

crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I have a pounding

of none other than Zaia before I

it?” I ask,

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

you

as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and

bed and I’m about to lie down when

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

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

head is pounding, and I feel her getting into the bed behind me as she pulls the sheet over us, bringing memories of the past to the forefront of