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?”

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

I hear her move away from the door and I

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

am I falling weak

glass. The

bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at

steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside

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

one hand tight around my neck. She raises

flashes through me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she

abdomen and the feel of

scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the bed. You should move… unless you want me to

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

she begins with a glare.

right on me,” I growl, making

nh!” I clamp my hand over her mouth,

want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I

“Dirty dog.”

she’s standing there, fists clenched,

you used to enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a

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

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

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

the 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 smirk and drop

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

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

emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids…

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body

look into the eyes of none other

it?” I ask, my voice

you’re burning up …” She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome

fine, you

it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and only then do I realise I really

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

water from last night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that contains the wraps I

good I got ill… if

behind me as she pulls the sheet