The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 80 – Bun in the Oven

Jane

Eve’s words slam into me like a falling anvil. All my fury from a moment ago is instantly smushed beneath the weight of her announcement, and my threats

become lodged in my throat. My mind whirls as I try to make sense of this new development, but try as I might, I can’t find any logic in it whatsoever.

“That’s impossible.” Ethan growls, his body absolutely rigid. “We’ve never even been together.”

Eve reels back as if she’s been slapped, “I

know it didn’t mean anything to you,

Ethan. But you can’t erase the past simply

because it’s inconvenient.”

“She’s probably lying.” I suggest, a new

realization clicking in my overwrought brain. “pregnant women can’t be imprisoned in this territory, and she knows it.”

“Test me.” Eve counters, notching her chin up in challenge. “I assure you I’m speaking the truth.”

“Get a doctor,” Ethan orders one of the officers, before looking back to Eve. ” You’re not leaving here until we figure this out. For your sake you better be

telling the truth, otherwise you’re

wasting all our time and we’ll be able to

add a new charge to your warrant

for

obstruction of justice.”

Eve is grinning so widely that my

stomach flip flops anxiously. She doesn’t look the least bit nervous, which makes me think that she’s telling the truth about the baby, if not its paternity. My gaze zeros in on her belly. If she is

breeding then she’s not very far along al all the woman is so thin she looks like I could snap her like a twig, and that’s saying something because I’m nearly a foot shorter than she is and not nearly as

strong.

that would mean they conceived after I arrived here. Wrapping my arms protectively around my body, I try not to spiral. I don’t know anything for sure yet, and the woman is a known pathological liar. Believing her is playing right into her hands. Still, I can’t seem to silence the little voice in the back of my head, the one that keeps saying, “what if?” over and

over again.

Ethan’s gaze on me, dark and brooding. When I look up at him, he’s frowning deeply. “It isn’t true.” He

clearly reading my mind. “If she’s pregnant, it isn’t mine. I’ve never so much

know.” I assure him weakly, wishing I felt as confident as

an announcement that resurrects my hangover in full force. “She’s pregnant.” He states firmly, “about six weeks along.”

her, Alpha.” The lead policeman says apologetically, “it’s your

law after all.”

responds, forcing his infuriated words out through clenched fangs. “But she still has to stand trial.” Eve has been grinning like the cat who ate the canary, but her smug expression dims when the Alpha closes in on her, “You won’t be pregnant forever

you’re guilty, and as soon as

bars.”

care of it?

I hold no

a good home – no more, no

like us to do in the meantime, sir?” One of the

asks.

Ethan orders, interrupting the burgeoning objections before they leave the officers’ tongues, “She can’t be imprisoned, but she can be committed and she’s clearly unstable.”

Eve’s face, Committed? To the loony bin?” She

shrieks.

a psychiatric hospital, Eve.” Ethan corrects her, “You’ll fit in wonderfully there. I’ve never met anyone

this!” Eve shouts in outrage, “You can’t bury this child by locking me away! I’ll have a paternity test done, Ethan! As soon as I’m far enough

her out of here.” Ethan growls, ignoring Eve

screams the whole way down the hall, and only once the elevator doors have closed and she’s being whisked down to the ground floor, do they fade.

me, his dark brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?”

He asks.

tell him I’m fine, but I can’t make the words come out. Shaking my head, I admit. “No.” I try to estimate how much time has passed, wondering if Eve is already out the front door, fearing what she might say to the waiting reporters, and praying the police don’t allow her to stop. “I think I need to go for a walk- clear my head.” I say, “can you watch the

pups.

frowning when I jolt out of his reach. “It isn’t true,

a clipped tone. “I’ll be back

coffee shop, no calmer than I was when I left the house.

You’re making me nervous, Jane.” He tells me. He hadn’t asked a

to come meet me,

he seems to have run out

him forlornly. ” She says

without another word, offering me the comfort I so dearly need without even being asked. I sink into his hold, feeling completely at ease in his warm embrace. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks.

I admit, “part of me. wants to hash it all out, but the

to bury it deep and pretend none