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?”

voice coming out rougher

her move away from the door and

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 herself up, so why do I think I should

am I falling weak

at the flowers in the glass. The rain

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 asleep with one of the pillows from the

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

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

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

flicker from orange back

the feel of

as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the bed.

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

with a

who pressed your pussy right on me,”

I clamp my hand over

you don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?” I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as

“Dirty dog.”

tilt my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists

you used to enjoy riding this dirty dog.” I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before

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

memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took this

She growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!” “Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,” I say, frowning as she storms to the

retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and drop

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

I lay back and

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

“Sebastian!”

feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching,

eyes of none other

I ask, my voice

murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool,

fine, you

at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and only then do I

to the bed and I’m about to lie

last night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing the bottle down

smile. Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it meant her

me as she pulls the sheet over us,