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?”

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

away from the door

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

am I

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

sure 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

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

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

the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my

her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she

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

hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the

Her gaze dips to the tent in

she begins with a

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

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

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

“Dirty dog.”

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

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

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

and you did get pretty down and dirty

dog… the list of insults sure

floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and drop to the

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

internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under my head, closing

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

“Sebastian!”

extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I have

of none other than Zaia before I

ask,

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

you sleep.”

legs as she holds a hand

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

some water from last night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing

Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it meant

her getting into the bed behind me as she pulls the sheet over us,