The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 61Jane Wake Up

Ethan

I could kill Eric.

Sitting next to Jane’s hospital bed while she sleeps, the only thing I can do is imagine all the different ways I could hide his body once I’m done tearing him to shreds. The bas tard knew Jane and the pups had come home and still he kept coming at me, forcing me to defend myself. Then he actually bit my mate and landed her here.

The doctor’s assured us she just lost a little too much blood and would be right as rain in a couple of days, but I can’ t stand seeing her like this. If I wasn’t already ashamed of terri fying the pups and setting a horrible example for them, I might go through with my macabre plans for the other man. I’ Il never forget the sound of Jane’s head hitting the floor, or the cries of the petrified children. I’ll never forget the sight of my beautiful mate collapsing in front of us, the helplessness | felt as I rushed her here. More than anything else, I won’t ever be able to rid my mind of the scent of Jane’s blood or the guilt of knowing my actions led to her injury.

I overruled Eric when he wanted to come with us, insisting he stay with the pups he claimed to be his own. I know they’ll probably be even more confused and worried when they wake up and we aren’t there, but I couldn’t bring myself to be sepa rated from Jane under the circumstances.

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When she moans in her sleep, I’m out of my chair in an in stant. Sitting on the edge of her bed, I stroke her hair back from her face. My name is on her lips before her lashes even flutter open, sending a great pang through my chest. “Ethan?”

“Hey little wolf.” | greet her, feeling more relieved than | can put into words. It wasn’t rational, after all the doctor promised she’d be okay, but I already thought I lost her once, the idea of going through that agony a second time was too much to bear. “You’re alright.”

“What happened?” She frowns, looking up at me in confu sion.

“You lost too much blood, baby.” I tell her gently, “You col lapsed right in the middle of yelling at me and Eric.” Shaking my head, I add. “Next time you’re hurt I don’t care what else is going on, you have to let me help you first.”

“You don’t get to scold me, Ethan Blackwell.” Jane sullenly declares, “it’s your fault I’m in this predicament.”

“You scared the hell out of me. I’ll scold you all I want.” | in form her, feeling the corner of my mouth twitch up when her pout deepens, “Especially because you shouldn’t have been anywhere near us. Goddess forbid something like this hap pens again, but if it does you can’t interfere – you have to take the pups and get out of there.”

“You’re blaming me for you and Eric acting like immature Gavemen?” Jane asks in disbelief.

the pups if you aren’ t around to raise them.” | remind her, “They were already scared, but Paisley wouldn’t have run in after you if you

what, I should have just let you two kill each other?” She asks, her voice softer than it had been a moment ago. I feel sort of like I do when Paisley misbehaves, I hate seeing her upset,

comes down to choosing between me or Eric,

eyes, but I don’t think she’s doing it to manipulate me. In fact, she almost looks pained by the idea of putting her own survival above ours. Her vulnerable expression brings out my inner wolf, like a hound on a scent,

fiance, and you would have killed him –

might.” | mutter under

starting to climb out

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to my pups.” She says, as if it’s

happening, sweetheart. The doctors want to keep you here overnight” | explain, guiding her back

pups!”

take care of

and horrible.” Now her puppy dog eyes are one hundred per cent a put-on, but

VIP wing.” Jane looks around for the first time, realizing that she’s not in a standard room, but a very cushy suite. Oth er than the unflattering gown, it’s more like being in a hotel than a hospital. “Besides, when

again, scanning the room for another ex. cuse to leave, “But…” After a moment of fruitless searching she slumps back in the bed,

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over to kiss her forehead, I can’t help but notice her lashes falling shut as if she’s savoring

the door open,

happily opening her arms to

her heedless of my cautioning call, “Careful! Be gentle with

and rearranging them, beside her, I glance at the door and find Eric looking on

explains, “they made her a card and

kids climb over her on the wide, plush bed. Studying their young faces, I notice Paisley’s lower lip trem bling as she stares at the IV and transfusion

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Ryder asks, eyeing