The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 75 – Ethan Faces the Press

Ethan

The day after the arrest, I wake up before dawn, striding into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and rouse my ex- hausted brain. It’s still dark out, but when I exit my bedroom I can see the lights are already on down the hall. When I reach the living room I find Jane curled up in the window seat, wide awake and staring out at the waking city.

Frowning deeply, I move to her side, my concern growing when she doesn’t seem to detect my presence. She’s com- pletely lost in her thoughts, and when I reach out to touch her shoulder, she jerks away from me as if she’s been electrocut- ed.

“Easy, Jane.” I shush her softly, “It’s only me.”

Her wide eyes relax slightly, a heavy sigh expelling from her lungs. However she doesn’t relax completely, her muscles are still wound tight as a spring, and my heart aches just look- ing at her distraught face. “Sorry,” She mutters weakly, “you startled me.”

“Have you been up all night?” I question, studying the dark circles beneath her eyes.

She shrugs, averting her gaze. “I had a lot on my mind.”

Thankfully it’s Sunday, so she doesn’t have to go into work, but I can’t help worrying for my poor mate. “Sweetheart, that’s no good.” I scold gently, suddenly regretting letting her go to bed alone. I’d been sorely tempted to stay with her until she fell asleep, but she clearly wanted to be alone so I didn’t

force the issue. “The pups won’t be up for a few hours, you ought to try to get in some rest before they wake.”

“I can’t.” Jane admits, her rosy lips tugging downward. “I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t get my brain to turn off.”

seems a bit early to start drinking. Instead I gather her into my arms, ignoring the way she jolts and squirms

sleep.” She objects, still wriggling despite the fact that her nose is pressed to my chest and she’s obviously smelling me. Silly little

close and stroke

not stubborn.” She mutters mutinously, her dark lash-

baby.” I encourage, kissing her hair and trying not to get distracted by her own

Depositing her between the silky sheets, I try to pull away, only to find her small fists clenched in my shirt. It isn’t easy to disentangle her, but I finally

finally make it back out to the kitchen and collect the morning paper, I’m relieved Jane fell asleep, because the morning news is far from good. Once again her photo is splashed

my coffee brews, and I know I have to do something. I don’t know what is going on with the lead investigator. Perhaps he simply believes he’s right and is too prideful to consider another explanation,

skittish as a frightened rab- bit ever since he spoke to her at the funeral, and regardless of the impact on my family, he’s following

in command, Matthew, I direct him to arrange a press conference for this afternoon, and set about preparing my

in front of a throng of re- porters, camera flashes bursting

been a great deal in the news about my family lately, specifically my former mate, Jane. I can confirm that Elise Carrington is, in fact, Jane Blackwell, but this is where the news’s accuracy ceases. While

only interested in moving forward,

about my mother in the past tense, let alone to say the word ‘murder’ relating to someone so close to me, but I forge on without pausing. “Despite what you may have been told, Jane had absolutely nothing to do with this crime. The person responsible is Eve Mechant, who also engineered the attacks for which Jane was blamed in the police reports recently leaked by the investigative team, as well as my daughter’s attempted murder. I am extremely dis- turbed by the police and the media’s insistence on persecut- ing an innocent woman when Eve remains at large. I urge all members of the pack to be on the lookout for

up for what is right and defending the innocent, or neglecting one’s duty and allowing a dangerous criminal to roam free, because an easier target is available to take the fall?” A string of mutters moves through the crowds, and I can’t keep the growl out of my voice as I conclude, “I am determined to hold the responsible parties in these terrible events accountable, and you have my word as Alpha that I will not rest until our city is safe and order restored. I will not be taking any ques- tions, and thank you

the audience, but I ignore them and leave the dais, my temper still dangerously close to snapping. However, that only lasts for a moment because as I step off the podium, I see Jane standing just inside the door, watching me with her fingers pressed

on her face sparks a pang in my chest. Ignoring the press, I go to her and wrap her in a hug, lifting her feet off the ground as I squeeze her tight. “It’s going to

Jane murmurs into the curve

and cradling her cheek in my hand. “You don’t deserve what they’re saying

breathes, hugging me