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.”

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, knowing that no matter her omega instincts are buried, she’ll never be im- mune to

that her nose is pressed to my chest and she’s obviously smelling me. Silly little omega, I think, does she real-

snuggle her close and stroke her

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

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

she doesn’t even stir when I carry her to bed. 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 succeed, hoping she’ll stay asleep once I

because the morning news is far from good. Once again her photo is splashed across the headlines, only this time mine is along- side her, and the story below

simply believes he’s right and is too prideful to consider another explanation, tak- ing every challenge as an assault on his

been as 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 the wrong lead. Eve

Matthew, I direct him to arrange a press conference for

hours later, I’m standing in front of a throng of re- porters, camera flashes bursting in front

been a great deal in the news about my family lately, specifically my former mate, Jane. I can confirm

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

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

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

However, that only lasts

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

that.” Jane murmurs into the curve of my

hand. “You don’t deserve what they’re saying about you, and Eve can’t be allowed to get away with

you.” Jane breathes,