The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Strangers

Jane

Staring at my ex-husband, who idly sits in his car and orders me into the back seat as if he’s some kind of king, I arch my brow. “Thank you, but no.”

“It’s hard to get a taxi around here.” Ethan argues. “There’s no need to be stubborn.”

Stubborn? Honestly, the nerve of the man. “And there’s no need for you to call me names.”

Ethan turns to say something to his driver, and the car slows to a stop. Within moments the Alpha is standing beside me on the curb. He moves too close, towering over me so that I have to tilt my head to look up at him. “Is it name calling if it’s true?”

“You tell me?” I demand. “If I say you are a self-righteous bastard, do you think I’m being honest or rude?”

I’m not sure what I expected. In fact, I’m astonished I had the nerve to speak such brazen words, but I do know that the last thing I was prepared for is the wide, wolfish grin Ethan offers me now. “You’ve got some nerve, little wolf.”

“I would ask that you not speak to me on such familiar terms.” || bite, “It’s far from appropriate… for strangers like us.”

Ethan rakes his gaze down my body from head to toe, with tortuous intensity. “Is that what we are?”

internally sighing with relief when my own car pulls up beside us. If I hadn’t been in such a rush to

door, I offer my former mate one last glance over my shoulder. “And

I don’t take a breath until I’m safely in the car. Protected by the dark, tinted windows, I stare out at Ethan as we pull away. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he could see through the thick glass. His attention stays squarely

isn’t fair that he should be able to have such an effect

thoughts from my mind almost as soon as they occur, 1 know better now. Far better. That isn’t a

Ethan

I can’t stop smiling.

that my wife faked her death and hid for me for years, and yet… all I can truly process

so different from the Jane I knew. Confident, brave and so strong it defies all logic. There is no omega left in her, if there ever was at all. This Jane would never let me dominate her so completely, she would fight me every

my little omega mate hadn’t been entirely without strength. She did

seemed so clear. My mother and Eve both told the same story, and even Jane could not explain her

that my mate is alive and well, and I intend to bring her home, no matter the cost. Paisley needs her mother, and if I’m right, then I may have

secrets if it’s the last thing I do. She is everything I’ve been missing these last few years, and everything

to bed, kissing every inch of her body and making her whimper and moan in my arms. My wolf is growling hungrily at the mere thought, and

far as I’m concerned, that’s all it is: A

Jane

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