The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 15 Never lose her again

Ethan

Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this.

After I saw Jane’s ghost holding a child identical to Paisley at the restaurant, I immediately demanded the manager print out a copy of her credit card receipt. There in black and white I found her new name: Elise Carrington, founder and CEO of La Louve fragrances.

I was almost positive the woman I saw was, in fact, my wife, but I couldn’t be sure until this moment. Now it’s painfully obvious my chosen mate did not die after all, but she certainly hasn’t stayed the same. This Jane is so unlike the woman! knew I can scarcely believe it. She’s every bit as beautiful, but infinitely more confident and powerful. She smells like an alpha, and she’s charming even as she argues with me. The stubborn thing even threatened me, which I have to admit | found nothing short of delightful.

My wolf is roaring in my head, demanding that I claim her here and now. I want to do nothing more than shut her saucy little mouth with my own, but I have a feeling she won’t submit as easily as she used to. Of course, making her submit would be half the fun.

Kiss her. My wolf urges.

Not yet, I answer, If I try now she’ll only fight.

Let her try. He insists, She’s your mate, she won’t last long.

She’s not going to admit she’s my mate if I force her. I counter, I have to be smart about this.

Coward. My wolf snorts.

I remind him sharply. Do you want to lose

back on Jane, I realize she’s glancing around in search of an

unforgiving. “Do not presume to order me around.” Jane bites, her velvety voice like music to my ears. “As far as I’m

a mistake.” I inform her, “unless you want to pay

business opened they advised including cancellation penalties in every agreement drafted, and I know

I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m sure she wants to throw caution to the wind and tell me to go to hell, but

however that doesn’t change the fact that

want your word that I’ll only deal with Eve in the future.” Jane requests, tilting

wolfish grin, I chuckle. “No. When you sign, you’ Il deal only with

fully raised, and I can’t remember ever seeing anything cuter. It takes a few moments for Jane to reign in her temper, but she finally succeeds. “Fine.” She snaps, stomping back into

documents. “And I presume you saw the clause we added this morning?” | add, knowing this was impossible, given the fact

eagerly wait to see what she’ll say next. Unfortunately Eve chooses that moment to come sashaying through the door, and our verbal sparring match is cut short. Annoyance roils in my blood. I was already displeased with Eve when I learned about her corrupt business practices but after I discovered Jane owns La Louve, I realized Eve saw and spoke with her the other day. She knew my mate was alive, and not only did she fail to tell

instead, “Miss Carrington, it’s so lovely to see you again. Are you

already signed.”

Eve looks taken

to manage the La Louve account myself. We can’t

between us and Presses both palms to my chest, leaning into my body with a simpering sigh,

before Jane and I divorced, but she never seems to take the hint. At first my guilt over Jane’s responsibility for Eve’s disability prevented me from holding it against her, but as time has passed the situation has gotten out of hand. I don’t want to give Eve any