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.”

out in front of me. My photo is plastered across the front

the Alpha, just over a year after a

life has been marked by a heart condition and multiple surgeries. However last month La Louve CEO Elise Carrington

can confirm that the two women are one in the same. Jane Blackwell is

disappearance from public life. It then provides a laundry list of the probable crimes I committed to get away, and goes on to

of the current investigation included, I suspect the police leaked the

to take care of it and tell me not to worry, even though I can’t do anything

to our situation, so I

only lasts as long as the morning, for when I step out of the atelier to go to lunch,

for me. At first I stop in the doorway looking like a deer in the headlights as the cameras flash around me, my mind incapable of deciphering one

various microphone wielding correspondents shout

through the crowd, keeping my sunglasses lowered over my eyes, and muttering “No comment”

in the face.

that I finally stop. “Jane, what do you have to say to NightFang

actually gives me pause. The NightFang pack is the most prosperous on the continent, which means it has the wealthiest citizens and comprises the largest income revenue for my business. If they boycott me, I could lose an inordinate amount of money

enterprises, they wear La louve because it is the height of elegance and prestige. Our competitors cannot come close to matching our

straight 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

upon which we all pride ourselves.”

have no accountability if

saying that corporations have

nothing to do with my business. They are of a personal nature.” I amend, knowing that while the reporter might have a point and our customers would be well within their rights to boycott, high fashion has a long history of trumping morality. “Five years ago I ran away from a bad marriage, and I did what I felt was necessary to protect myself. But I

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agenda.” I conclude.

sufficient to undo the damage this article has done. I can’t stand the thought of losing everything I’ve worked so hard for

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