I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 137

59. A Snowy Day or I Am The Luna Chapter 137 By Moonlight Muse

FIVE YEARS LATER –

ZAIA.

“Thank you, Alpha Cole, I appreciate it. We’ll speak after the holidays then?” I answer, smiling at the man on the screen.

He beams and gives me a nod. “You are most welcome, Alpha Zaia, that sounds great. We will meet two full moons from now then.”

“I will look forward to it,” I reply before bidding him farewell and ending the video call. I exhale in relief, unable to stop the smile from crossing my lips.

“Yes!” I exclaim, excitement coursing through me as I spin around in my office chair and gaze out at the snow that fills the skies outside the floor-to- ceiling windows.

The view itself is breathtaking, away from the city and the skyscrapers. It’s winter, and snow fills the white skies, covering the mountain and homes in blankets of white.

This place looks like heaven, and it makes me feel at peace.

This is our temporary home, here in the mountains. I’ve been working on a project for the last three months and it was much easier to simply move here to overlook it for a period of time. I’m almost ready to return home, and although Christmas is just around the corner, I can’t afford to leave right now.

The children will be heading back though. Dad is also spending Christmas over at Sebastian’s pack. Over the last few years, he and Aran have mended their relationship, and Dad is seeing someone now, too. Although he wants to officially introduce me to her when we return.

I am excited for him. For once he seems genuinely happy in a relationship, and it’s not one where he’s being cheated on or one made by the goddess. As long as he’s happy, I am happy for him.

I am hoping to be able to get back home two nights after Christmas and I can be there for New Year’s.

“Mom? Is it okay for me to come inside or are you working?” Zion’s quiet voice comes.

“I’m done. You come on in.”

The door opens and there he stands, my ten-year-old prince, who is now slightly taller than me. With every passing year, he has taken on Sebastian’s features more and more. Even the way he walks is like his father’s.

He comes over and hugs me from behind my chair, kissing the side of my head.

“Then come on down. Dad will arrive real soon,” he says.

My heart skips a beat, it’s the first time in a while that I’ll be in such close proximity to Sebastian. Of course, he won’t really be coming inside as he had called earlier, saying there won’t be much time between the flights. But it’s the first time I’ll be seeing him face-to- face in years. 3

“Of course, then let’s go and spend what time there is left together before he does. Is your brother behaving?” I ask.

Zion smirks. “Nope, but Sia’s put him on time out right now. He keeps sticking his tongue out at her.”

Hmm, that one is a little devil… I don’t know what I did differently. I raised all three of them the same way…

I smile at Zion before I stand up. “Come on then, I hope your dad can handle him for a full two weeks.”

“He’ll have to,” he chuckles.

Since I left the pack five years ago, Sebastian visited the kids almost every other day, and would have them for weekends at times or when I was on a business trip.

It was the same with Sebastian. If he had a business trip, then of course he could visit but would video call them, just like he did every single evening, when he wasn’t around them.

Even if it was for a few minutes. It became a core part of the children’s lives and when they were with him, they’d call me daily or I’d call them.

Sebastian has respected the decision I made all those years ago. The only time he broke it was when I was in labour…

(FLASHBACK)

“Push Alpha. The baby is bigger than we predicted. You have to keep pushing.”

“We should have done a C-section,” Valerie growls.

I can sense her frustration and concern, but there’s determination in her eyes as I breathe deeply and steadily through the pain.

A scream leaves my lips, my vision darkening. I have been in active labour for far too long… everyone around me is exhausted and so am I…

Birthing my prince is so much harder than the twins. The door flies open and Sebastian rushes inside, his hair is a mess from having run his hand through it countlessly. His eyes are red, almost as if he can feel the pain that I’m in.

“I don’t care if you hate me more. I’m not letting you do this alone,” he whispers, taking my bloody hand from where I’ve dug my nails into my skin countless times.

Strength.

That’s what his touch feels like.