All Chapters of The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JaneLooking at my husband now, whose eyes glow and claws extend as he fights to keep his own wolf in check… I think he just might.Ethan is gulping in livid breaths of air, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he glares at me with abject fury. His rage is so palpable that undiluted fear rushes through my veins and I find myself paralyzed, frozen in place like a startled rabbit. If I move will he attack? My inner wolf is cowering with her tail tucked between her legs, our every submissive instinct triggered by my husband’s threatening demeanor.However, instead of lunging towards me or shifting, Ethan simply slams the document onto the dresser and slashes a pen across it, savagely signing the papers without another word. He throws them towards me, then turns on his heel without another word, storming from the room.A wave of relief floods over me, and for the first time since I said those horrible, thoughtless words, I’m able to breathe. My heart is still pounding in my chest, but

JaneGazing at my sons, who share their father’s bronze skin, dark hair and eyes, I assess. “It’s going to be difficult to keep our presence here a secret.” This is an understatement. My boys look so much like Ethan it’s actually laughable. We’re going to have to be very careful.“You said it.” My friend quips lightheartedly.Glancing at Linda out of the corner of my eye, I hedge, “Have you seen…?”“Yes.” Linda answers immediately, needing no explanation. “She’s perfect, Jane. Healthy and beautiful, your perfect miniature.”“And Ethan?” I ask, hating myself for asking.“Still with Eve.” Linda relates, “But he dotes on Paisley like she’s the sun, moon and all the stars. Whatever else has happened between you, he’s a wonderful father.”“Good.” I breathe, comforted to hear my other daughter is in such good hands, yet longing to see her with my own eyes. “You think he’ll give her up, when the time comes?”Linda’s face falls, “Jane, she’s his entire world. I don’t know what you’re planning

Riley doesn’t own a dress like that, and even if she did, she’s with Linda and her brothers across town. It can only mean one thing. Paisley. Paisley is every bit as perfect as I always imagined. Linda has helped me keep up with everything happening in my daughter’s life over the years, sending plenty of photos illustrating how much she’s grown, but nothing compares to seeing her in the flesh. I can scarcely believe this is real. Only, Paisley doesn’t look quite like she did in the last pictures I received. She’s pale and thin, her heart condition is clearly costing her dearly, sapping her strength and energy. My heart aches for my young daughter, and my pain deepens when Paisley gazes up at me with wide eyes, her plump lower lip quivering. “I can’t find my Daddy.” Kneeling down to her eye level, I graze my knuckles across her soft cheek. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll find your Daddy.” My daughter leans forward and wraps her tiny arms around my neck without hesitation, hugging

Jane “She was so perfect.” I moan, taking a sip of wine while Linda listens sympathetically. “I wanted to run away with her then and there.” “It’s a good thing you didn’t.” My friend advises. We’re out on her front porch, enjoying a late afternoon cocktail and discussing the shocking events of the day. “It was risky enough just spending time with her. If you took her, Ethan would hunt you to the ends of the earth.” “I’m going to have to figure out a way to take her eventually. She belongs with me, with her siblings.” I insist, feeling positively overwhelmed after everything that’s happened over the last few days. “We’ll figure it out.” Linda assures me. “For now we should just be thankful he didn’t figure out you’re alive.” “What if he did?” I ask anxiously. “Honey, you have to trust the death certificate the coroner forged for us was enough.” Linda reminds me, “We covered our bases. You’re safe.” “There’s no such thing as safe when it comes to alphas.” I remind her. “That kind

“What?” I prompt, trying to remember how to breathe. My wolf is in a frenzy, positively trembling with fear. “He seemed different.” Linda shares, “He looked like he was really suffering, like he was desperate for you to be alive. It truly seemed like he cared about you… I think maybe he’s changed.” Where fear consumed me moments before, now anger floods my senses. Linda and I never fight, but I can’t believe her audacity. She knows better than anyone what Ethan put me through, and now it seems like she’s forgetting it, simply because he put on a good show as the grieving widower. “Linda, if he’s sad I’m gone, it’s for one reason and one reason only.” I snap, “Because he misses having a personal sex toy. He misses having a mindless omega whose body he can control, who can’t deny him even if they wanted to.” I open my mouth to continue, but Linda holds up a staying hand. “Please hear me out, Jane. If not for you, then for the other pups.” She beseeches, sounding truly distressed. “Yo