I Am The Luna

21. A Kiss Deeper than Words or I Am The Luna Chapter 99 By Moonlight Muse

SEBASTIAN.

The sound of the shower running fills the room and I sit on the bed, running my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time.

How do I do this?

There’s no time left…

I have to leave her…

Standing up, I leave the room silently and walk down the hall to the children’s room. The light to Jai’s room is on and I can hear quiet talking.

I hope for what it’s worth that his injury at least helped Valerie forgive him a little. To this day, I don’t think Jai was in his right mind when he ended up sleeping with Cara back then.

He had been so distraught I don’t think he even knew who it was in that bed, simply rambling about how he needed to find Valerie.

I make sure I’m not making any sound as I slip into the children’s room and look at the two little angels in bed. They’re fast asleep and I realise I’m leaving them again.

I’m always leaving them. I sit down on the bed and look down at Zion, running my fingers through his dark hair. Take care of your mom and this pack, son. Be the Alpha I never could be.

Why did she have to love me? Why did she have to be fated to a fool like me? All I do is hurt her even when I don’t want to…

I look over at Sia, her pale cheeks are flushed with a pink hue, and her breathing is shallow. He poisoned her… my little princess…

I brush a few strands of her hair off her face. It’s so similar to Zaia’s… She’s going to grow up and look just like her mother and she will grow up.

She will live a healthy and happy life. I will get that antidote. Even if it’s the last thing I do, she will survive this and she will heal.

My heart clenches, the pain in my chest is almost crippling. Leaning down, I kiss her forehead softly, inhaling her scent.

I’m sorry I won’t get to see you grow. I kiss her hand gently before I kiss Zion, knowing he’ll grow up strong. Take care of your sister for me, son.

I close my eyes, trying to calm the storm that is bubbling inside of me. Casting a final glance at the children, I stand up, not wanting Zaia to realise I’m missing from the bedroom. I get up. turning away and then stop.

look down at them

kind of father

One you don’t need.

knowing I’ll never forget this moment. I love you both so fucking much and I don’t deserve

to the door. If I look back, I

can still hear the sound of water. The shower is still running, and

top off, I get into bed, place my arms behind my head and close my eyes. I hear the shower switch off and after a few moments I hear her enter the bedroom, her scent mixed with the smell of her

to

before there’s a rustle as she gets dressed. There are a few moments of silence before I feel the bed dip and she slowly gets in between the sheets, trying not to

and I feel her fingers gently comb through my

as she leans in and gently kisses my forehead. The thudding of her heart already making my resolve break. I can’t do this.

must have picked

into those amethyst orbs. Instead, I tug her close, wrapping my arms

is thudding in

I pull

don’t respond- I

without giving

she

I’m just glad you are ok.’ I reply quietly.

is it?” she asks softly. “Nothing, relax. Why are you so worried?” I ask, reaching up and brushing the wet locks of her hair back. She’s wearing the shirt I had discarded not long

fingers down her neck. Her face is make-up-

cheeks, admiring her dusting of freckles. She opens her eyes, and they are glistening

looks into my eyes, and I

I try to push away my emotions that are threatening

of this. Together. We are going to find Gerard, and we are going to defeat the Sable. Together,” she

Together…

an underlying urgency

face, unable to reply to her. How many more lies will I tell her? How many promises will I break? Our hearts are thumping violently before I claim her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, sending rivets of pleasure through us. One fuelled by

lips, kissing me back with equal

I’m sorry.

back of her neck as I kiss her harder, never

You deserved better.

plush lip, cherishing the taste of her

you and

for you

me equally hard. Our bodies are moulded together

its own plans You are the fucking rhythm that my heart beats

the back of her neck and hair as I