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 rougher

move away from the door and I massage my

was ready to let her go. I let her

am I falling weak

the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing

is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep with one of the pillows

can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I

hurting you. Slowly I slip my 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

me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises

eyes flicker from orange back to

and the feel of it

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

tent in my towel,

begins with a

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

attacker! I nh!” I clamp my hand

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

“Dirty dog.”

but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a

my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view

once more, trying not

serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty

are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of

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

be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The

internally groan as I lay back and

thunder outside and the emotions

“Sebastian!”

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

eyes of none

ask, my voice

my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and

fine, you sleep.”

argue with me. Get up.” She says, standing up, and 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

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

to.” She says placing the

it’s good I got ill…

she pulls the sheet over us,