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

her move away from the door and

do I justify to myself that I deserve another chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself up, so why do I

am I falling

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

step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she

the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my

her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor.

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

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

against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the

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

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

with a glare.

on me,” I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade

I nh!” I clamp my hand over

is thumping as

“Dirty dog.”

my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a

enjoy riding 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

chuckle, wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare

be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did

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

She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always

think about is the

I lay back and place my arms under my head,

emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our

“Sebastian!”

frown as I crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching,

look into the eyes of none other

it?” I ask, my voice sounding

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

fine, you sleep.” I

my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own

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

need to.” She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that contains the wraps I

Maybe it’s good I got

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