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

from the door

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 falling

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

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 she had placed the towels on the ground, fast

rhythm of her heartbeat.

when her eyes fly

tight around my neck. She raises her other hand, her claws coming

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

abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south,

looking the vision of perfection. Raising her hand, she 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 should move… unless you want

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

she begins with a glare.

pressed your pussy right on me,” I growl,

I clamp my hand over her

don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m

“Dirty dog.”

there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her

towel cockily, giving her

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

did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I

me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say,

she gets 33 A Restless

I 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 breasts press against the fabric,

and place my arms under my head, closing

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

“Sebastian!”

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

eyes of none other than

it?” I ask,

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

you sleep.”

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

about to lie down when she quickly puts the pillow down for

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

it’s good I got ill… if it meant her

the bed behind me as she pulls the sheet over