The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 39Enc Makes Waves

3rd Person

Eric jogged the rest of the way up the hill and threw his arms around Jane, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around in circles. Jane laughed and hugged him back, but their reunion was punctuated by the unmistakable sound of jealous growls behind them.

Hearing her former mate working himself up into a threatening lather, Jane whispered a warning in Ethan’s ear. “Careful, he’s right there.”

“Mmm why do you think I’m holding you so tightly?” He teased, rubbing his hand up and down her back for good measure. The truth is that he also wanted to hold her this way as much as possible and was beyond grateful for the excuse to do so. Eric had been falling in love with Jane little by little for months now, though he hadn’t realized it at first. In fact, it wasn’t until she departed for the Nightfang pack and he felt as if his heart had disappeared with her, that he understood what was happening.

Right on cue, three little voices cried, “Uncle Eric!” and the Dark Moon wolf looked away from Jane for the first time.

The pups were now running straight for their favorite “uncle”, but the wolf they left standing in the sandbox was one of the most intimidating men Eric had ever seen in real life. He was a few inches taller and every bit as broad as Eric himself, and Eric towered over most wolves.

Ethan Blackwell was also handsome as a film star and moved

with the lethal grace of an apex predator, but none of these things were what made him so intimidating. More than anything else, the raw power the NightFang Alpha exuded with every breath he took was staggering. It was easy to see why Jane felt she needed to call in reinforcements.

Over the course of their friendship, Eric had gathered that something went very wrong in Jane’s marriage to the pups’ father, something that made her completely skittish of men and especially alphas. It was obvious whatever Ethan had done had traumatized her, and knowing Jane is truly an Omega, it wasn’t hard to guess how. The thought made Eric absolutely furious. As far as he was concerned, anyone who could mistreat a she-wolf and brilliant and beautiful as Jane deserved to be torn limb from limb.

So when Ethan crossed to Jane and threw a possessive arm around her shoulders, practically scent-marking her in front of the other man, Eric imagined doing just that.

“Who’s this then?” Ethan asked gruffly, eyes Eric up and down.

“Ethan, this is my partner, Eric.” Jane explains, gesturing back and forth between the two shifters. “Eric, this is Ethan. He’s the Night Fang Alpha, and my contact on the Atelier project.”

more of a snarl than anything else. “Like…?” He trailed

out of Ethan’ s grasp and moving to

looked about ready to explode, but Eric was

legs. She was Riley’s perfect twin, another miniature of Jane, but clearly

name, but she didn’t emerge from behind her father. To his credit, Ethan reached down

the traces of tears on her cheeks, and he knew from speaking with Jane that the poor pup had been through a lot

see her offer him a sheepish smile, and he beamed back. There was a lot of Jane in Riley, Parker, and Ryder, but Eric suspected her three eldest had inherited more of Ethan’s personality than hers. However looking at Paisley, it was clear the youngest child was more Jane than anything else – or as

to continue tormenting Ethan. Unable to resist, He straightened and looped his arm around Jane’s waist

locking onto Jane with laser focus. “Can I have a word, Elise?” He phrased it

already moving to obey, but Eric

want to speak to the Alpha

show him how little the other man’s posturing bothered her,

their level but keeping one eye on Jane as Ethan led her away.

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Jane

as they eagerly search him for sweets. I’d laugh out loud if I didn’t think it would completely set Ethan off. In hindsight, I should have arranged for this confrontation to occur when we weren’t with the pups – then again, their presence

this?” Ethan snaps when we’re out

mean?” I

He grouses, pacing back and forth across the grass

you recall, you never asked if I was seeing anyone.” | recount icily, “you assumed I was free game,

not acting.” He hisses, glowering at me. “Why

his claim on me more than you respected my own wishes?” I snipe. “Typical Alpha,