The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 3 Four years later

Jane

I thought I knew grief.

When my husband turned me into a slave and fell for another woman, I imagined nothing could be more painful. Then my mother died. I lost all the money I won in the divorce trying to save her, and still it wasn’t enough. I was alone and heartbroken, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.

My babies and hopes for the future got me through the worst of my mourning, they were a balm for my twice broken heart – becoming my entire world after the one I knew crumbled beneath my feet. I had one brief flash of joy when my children were born, filled with a light so radiant and all-consuming ! thought I might burst.

Then I discovered what grief truly is. It turns out I didn’t even know what love was until I became a mother myself.

My daughter is slipping away before I’ve even gotten the chance to know her, to show her all the love I feel. My wolf is howling mournfully in my head as I rock back and forth, cradling the fragile bundle against my breast. She can’t die. I won’t let it happen.

“There has to be a way.” | cry, pressing my lips to the baby’s downy head. “There has to be something you can try.”

“Jane,” my doctor begins softly. “We’ve done everything we can here. There is only one surgeon on the continent who could possibly help her, and…”

“What?” | demand, the taste of my own tears linger on my tongue. “If they can help her, why aren’t we trying to get them?”

My doctor purses her lips. “Jane,” she says again, in a placating tone I’m beginning to hate. “You can’t afford him.”

Righteous, maternal fury consumes me in a great explosion of flames. Is everything about money? Even saving lives? “I might not be able to afford him,” I growl angrily, “but her father can.”

“You made us promise never to notify Ethan.” The physician reminds me tentatively.

concerns are important anymore. My children are the only things that matter now. I can’t let her die, this miracle who I haven’t even had

before.” I hiccup, feeling fresh tears slide down my cheeks. “If

notify him

me. He’ll make me his slave again and I’ll let him in order to be near them.”

lie to an Alpha?”

help me save

babies from being separated from their mother. So, will you help me,

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Ethan

tiny creature the nurse just pushed into my arms. The world is spinning around me in a sickening whir. In the space of

sorry, Alpha.” The doctor murmurs, “but it’s true. I’ve been caring for Jane

she?” | choke, my eyes burning with unshed

would feel it if Jane was dead. I’d be able to tell, I know I would. My wolf is in a complete rage, clawing at the surface of my skin, demanding to be let

science. You can’t see it. But I assure

like Jane, despite all the strange, sterile hospital scents muddying her sweet aroma. “That isn’t what’s in question.” The woman flinches at my harsh tone, but I don’t care. “I would know

I’m telling you,

natural, not to want to believe a loved one is gone.” The doctor analyzes. “We all like to think we’d be able to feel it, but the truth is we can’t. Jane is gone, but this baby is

my arms, but now her eyes crack open: glazed, drowsy, and as green as the forest. Jane’s eyes. My daughter blinks and coos softly, opening her mouth into a

do I