All Chapters of The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JaneI don’t know how it happened, but suddenly I’m crying.I’m sprawled out on Ethan’s chest, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. His brow furrows with concern, and he takes my face in his hands, searching my eyes for answers. “Sweetheart, what is it? Was I too rough with you?”I shake my head, not feeling up to speaking at this particular moment. Ethan relaxes slightly, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Then what’s wrong?”Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to me? Doesn’t he realize how powerful those words are? What they mean to me? Does he even remember that first time? How difficult it was for me to tell him even before I’d had my heart smashed to pieces?Before I can reply the door swings open, and I hear Linda’s shocked voice break the tension-laden air, “Oh my Goddess! Why didn’t you two lock the door.”I whip my head in her direction, hearing Ethan hiss with annoyance when I take my eyes from him. “We assumed anyone entering a bedroom would knock.” I tease my fr

EthanI feel like a terrible parent. I shouldn’t be able to find any happiness when my pups are in trouble, but hearing Jane say she loves me fills me with euphoria. I truly never believed I’d hear those words from her again – even if she felt them, I doubted she’d ever trust me enough to voice them. The guilt is almost as powerful as the pleasure, but then again, when everything else is too painful to bear, I suppose we have to find happiness anywhere we can.This settles it. I’d hoped to slowly win Jane over once we got the pups back, but now the only thing between us and our future together is bringing our babies home. As soon as we find the pups we can start fresh, they way things always should have been. I can give her everything I failed to in the past, and we can be a happy family at long last.I’m still kissing her, drinking her in and thinking that I’ll never get enough. She’s still crying too, but her tears don’t worry me so much now. I know they’re cathartic tears, her love

JaneI haven’t spoken to Ethan through the entire car ride to the capital. In fact, I was feeling so petty after he forced me to promise to leave him behind if the worst should happen, that I refused to sit next to him. Instead I climbed into the back seat and cuddled up to Linda, even knowing that I would be more likely to get car sick this way.I’ve felt Ethan’s eyes on me throughout the trip, watching me with the sharp focus of a worried mate, and it’s taken all of my willpower not to cave and speak to him – or perhaps more likely, crawl into his lap and cry. However thus far I’ve been able to hold out – letting him feel the depth of my anger and betrayal over his high-handed demand.After many hours on the road, we’ve finally arrived. Ethan parked the car outside of a small bed and breakfast, and Linda and I waited while he went inside to check for vacancies.“How are you doing?” My friend asks, squeezing my hand.“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. “I’m really beside myself Linda.

EthanI think I’m going crazy.This waiting is interminable. I’m worried about my pups, worried about my mate – furious at the Goddess for doing this to us. I might understand if I was the only one who was suffering – I’ve certainly been no saint in the past. But Jane and the children don’t deserve this.I’ve been staring at my phone, waiting for Jane to respond to my last message, when I hear the first explosions.The fireworks! I thought, knowing this could only mean one thing. They were coming from Jane’s gate, which means she must have sight of the pups. I jump up from the table where I’ve been losing at chess for the last few hours, forgetting my pretense of being an old man as I take off in her direction.The elderly man scattered throughout the little park look up at me in shock, but I don’t have time for excuses or explanations. If Jane has eyes on the pup, she needs me. I’m painfully aware of how desperate she’s become, not that I blame her. I was praying that Anita would com

JaneI’ve never met a King before.I’m not sure what I expected – a fancy throne? An old man in a crown and fur lined cape? A golden scepter? King Aimon doesn’t fulfill any of these expectations. Instead I find a middle aged man in simple clothing, seated in a private parlor in the Palace’s East Wing. The pups and I are herded inside by his guards, but I stop in the doorway, not wanting to move any closer to our captor.The room is set up as if a tea party is about to be held, with a steaming china kettle and an array of snacks on silver trays. Normally I would have my hands full having to hold the pups back from all the cakes and sweets, but they’re all cowering safely behind me, not trusting this strange situation.The King rises to his feet as the door closes behind us.“Well I can certainly see why you turned my feckless son’s head.” Aimon says by way of greeting. The words aren’t a compliment – he says them entirely without feeling or emotion, and his face is an expressionless mas