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

I hear her move away from the door and I massage my

like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let

am I falling

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

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

over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch

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

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

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

she scans the

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

she begins with a

on me,” I growl,

not! I thought you were an attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other

is thumping as she slowly nods, and I

“Dirty dog.”

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

I open my towel cockily, giving her a

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

you did get pretty down and dirty yourself…

“Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say,

floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A

to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press

and place my arms

the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending

“Sebastian!”

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

into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I glance

ask, my voice sounding

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

fine, you sleep.”

sexy legs as she holds a

about to lie down when

need to.” She says placing the bottle down in the covered

I got ill… if it meant her looking after

as she pulls the sheet over us, bringing memories of the past to