The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 71 – Outed

Jane

I’ve only just dropped the pups off at pre school and am on my way to the office when my phone rings. Glancing at the touchscreen display in the car’s center console, I see Linda’s name appear, and promptly accept the call over bluetooth.” Hello?”

“Hey,” She greets me, sounding a bit tense. “Have you seen the news?”

“No.” I sigh, already fearing the worst,“ What is it now?”

“You just got outed.” She explains gently, “In a very public way.”

“What do you mean?” I ask nervously, thinking that it’s beyond depressing my life has reached a point where she could

be talking about half a dozen secrets or lies.

“It’s on the front page of the Gazette.” She replied simply, “Elise Carrington exposed – NightFang’s Luna returns from the grave.” Linda pauses,” apparently someone let it slip that your identity is fake and exposed the truth – including the fact that you faked your death.”

I curse under my breath. This is the last thing I needed. “I was worried standing by Ethan’s side at the funeral might draw too much attention to me.” I groan. “I should have known better.”

“I don’t think it was the funeral.” Linda corrects me, “The way this is written, well, let’s just say it’s not a flattering article. There’s a lot of details here that they couldn’t have gotten from the last few days, or even just looking into your

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life in the Dark Moon pack.”

“Great.” I mutter grumpily, “As if this week wasn’t going badly enough already.”

“Sorry babe. Call me if you need anything.” Linda offers.

“Thanks.”

photo is plastered across the front page, right alongside a snapshot from my funeral. As I

years ago Jane Blackwell divorced the Alpha, just over a year after

life has been marked by a heart

Luna. Today we can confirm that the two women are one in the same. Jane Blackwell is very much alive,

public life. It

but given all the details of the current investigation included, I

I know how he’ll respond. He’ll promise to take care of it and tell me not to

another layer of complexity to our situation, so I resist

morning, for when I step out of the atelier to go

like a deer in the headlights as the cameras flash

various microphone wielding correspondents shout in my

I finally regain my senses, I fight my way through the crowd, keeping my sunglasses lowered

in the face.

do you have to say to

largest

La louve because it is the height of elegance and prestige. Our competitors cannot come close to matching our exclusive scents, and any woman of taste knows that her perfume choice is not merely a fashion statement, but

into the camera, I continue. “I dare the woman of the NightFang pack to find a fragrance as enigmatic, luxurious and scintillating as our signature, or as nuanced as some of our other

upon which we all pride ourselves.”

should have no accountability if their products are good?” The reporter

that corporations have

their rights to boycott, high fashion has a long history of trumping morality. “Five

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I

or cravings for exclusivity was sufficient to undo the

I find Ethan seated behind his desk and his Beta, Matthew, sitting across from him. One of the pack elders is on Matthew’s left, looking very grim indeed.