The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

3rd Person

Jane could recall very few times when she’d been genuinely angry with her pups. Overwhelmed, frustrated, and annoyed? At her wit’s end, even?

What parent hasn’t felt those things? But true anger? She could count on one hand the times her children had driven her to that point. After all, they were too young to have crossed many lines beyond temper tantrums and whining.

However when Jane realized her clever angels had lured her and Ethan into a trap, and they were now standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe, she felt her temper fraying rapidly. They couldn’t have any idea about the larger implications of their scheme, and probably thought the entire situation was delightful.

still, Jane knew only too well how quickly things might turn ugly with Ethan, and she was furious with the pups for putting them in this position.

She tried to take a deep breath, not wanting to lash out at her babies, but nearly beside herself with fear and frustration. Don’t they realize how dangerous this is? She fretted, already knowing the answer was no. What if Ethan turned on them? What if he was cruel to her in front of them, or took it into his head to punish them? It all depended on Ethan, on whether he had enough of a heart left to quietly refuse or if he decided to make a scene. So Jane stood there paralyzed, looking at her former mate with abject dread and praying he would show her mercy.

Just walk away. She thought desperately, willing her feet to move. Just laugh it off and walk away.

Jane started to turn around, but the next thing she knew Ethan had lashed out and grabbed her wa!st with both hands. He tugged Jane towards him, and her lips parted in a surprised gasp. They were still open when his mouth descended on hers, stealing the breath she’d just inhaled. For all her intentions to flee, now Jane’s limbs froze completely, going impossibly still as if her body was waiting to react until it could decipher whether or not it was being attacked or embraced.

Her mind went completely blank, all her panicked thoughts replaced by a thick and numbing fog.

Somewhere deep down she was aware of the demanding press of Ethan’s soft lips, of his delicious scent filling her senses, his hands moving in slow circles on her back, and the kids cheering in the background. Still, it might as well be happening to someone else. It was as if Jane had left her body and was looking down on them from above.

I’ve been dreaming about k!ssing Ethan again for more than a

take control. She tilted my head to the side, allowing him to slant his mouth over hers and deepen the k!ss. Ethan’s tongue dipped into Jane’s mouth, tasting and teasing her the way he has a thousand times before. Her wolf wanted to rejoice, but she was becoming increasingly aware

by his mistreatment to feel anything anymore. When Ethan first k!ssed her after they were reunited the previous summer, being with him felt like coming home at a long journey’s end; his touch was electrifying and all consuming. Now something felt wrong, but the more time that passed, the less Jane felt it was because of her fragile mental state Ethan felt wrong. He wasn’t holding her the way he used to, he wasn’t k!ssing her as if he meant it. It was almost as though he was trying to hold her at arm’s length, even as he claimed

still loved me, even if he was angry at me. But now the love

the physical spark they had always shared would convincè him not to end things, but that had obviously been a false

pain of realizing Ethan was over her struck, did Jane admit how much hope she’d still been holding onto, and how badly she wished things could go back to the way they used to be. Ethan hadn’t been the

releasèd Jane, wishing he didn’t have

down at her, he saw tears hovering on her lashes, and she shakily glanced at the children – who had lost interest in the extended embrace a few moments before and were now

you.” Parker cautioned, glancing at his

us have sweets afore dinner.” Ryder agreed, caution heavy in his

thunderstruck that exceptions wouldn’t be made

for dessert.” Jane called, swiping at a few stray dears which

being too loud and giving

Ethan. “I’ll talk to them

give him as many excuses to k!ss Jane as possible, but he knew it was a bad idea. He’d been dreaming about sharing a last k!ss

last k!ss before the rescue, and though he’d been glad the dangerous situation had made every k!ss more meaningful, he wished he’d known it would be the

He hadn’t considered the