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.”

the morning seems a bit early to start drinking. Instead I gather her into my arms, ignoring the way she jolts and squirms to escape. Taking a seat on the sofa, I cuddle her to my chest and begin to purr softly,

chest and she’s obviously

close and stroke her hair, “Now

mutters mutinously, her dark

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

stir when I carry her to bed. Depositing her between the silky sheets, I try to pull away, only to find

again her photo is

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, tak- ing every challenge as an assault on his authority. Or it may be the case that he’s pursuing his own agenda and is deliber- ately trying

on my family, he’s following

to arrange a press conference for this afternoon, and set about preparing

a throng of re- porters,

come out. I know there has 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 our past

respecting our privacy in this matter. We are only interested in moving forward, partic- ularly after

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

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,

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

going to be here, and the as- tonished look 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

didn’t have to do that.” Jane murmurs into

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

you.” Jane breathes, hugging me