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

from the door and I

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 think I should try to

I falling weak

glass. The rain is hammering

I’m not sure how long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and

to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching

my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly

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

eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she

lower abdomen and the feel of it

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

dips to the tent

with a glare.

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

clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger

to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn

“Dirty dog.”

standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout

I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen

around myself once more, trying not to admire how her

you did get

a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list

on the floor.” She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She

was planning to sleep beside 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 her

I internally groan as I lay back and place

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

“Sebastian!”

and clammy. My body is aching, and I have

of none other than Zaia before I glance

ask, my

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

you sleep.”

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

and I’m about to lie down when she quickly puts

She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag

help but smile. Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it meant her looking after

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