The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Ethan

I can’t believe this.

I haven’t seen Nina in years. We met once when Jane and I were first married. She was traveling through the territory with her family, and though our wolves had recognized each other immediately, I’d never been interested in anyone but Jane. My bond with Nina felt more like encountering a long lost friend or sibling – it wasn’t anything like the overpowering need that consumed me any time I was near Jane.

In all honesty I don’t know how Nina had felt about the situation – I never gave her the chance to tell me. I merely explained that I was already mated and I wished her the best. Matthew was there of course, and I even understand him keeping tabs on her in the meantime. It makes sense – if she ended up mated to an Alpha and they found out who I was, they might be a threat to me. I know I would feel compelled to destroy any fated mate of Janes – purely for existing.

However the idea that Matthew had called her after all this time, brought her here when I nearing the end of my life.. I can’t even comprehend this. I understand his thought process, but I cannot accept or forgive it. His heart might have been in the right place, but he crossed a line and he knows it.

I’m still staring at the door to my office, and now that I scent the air, it seems so obvious that Nina is here. I remember her scent as if it was yesterday. Where Jane is sweetness and sunshine incarnate, all soft florals and gentle amber, Nina is bolder, spicier and woodier.

She’s a more dominant wolf to be sure, another Alpha and born leader, but she isn’t my little wolf.

I give Matthew one last glare before storming into my office, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Nina. She stands when I enter, offering me a soft smile. She’s tall, lean and lovely – with raven hair, caramel skin and rich chocolatey eyes. Only a blind man would think she isn’t beautiful, but she isn’t my type. My type is pint- sized, blonde and with eyes like the forest – so fair that I can see even the slightest of her blushes painting her skin pink.

“You shouldn’t be here.” I say by way of greeting, my voice as rough as gravel.

Nina arches a finely sculpted brow. “Well hello to you too.” She quips.

My wolf rumbles uncertainly in my chest. He’s always been crazy about Jane and I don’t think he has any true interest in Nina, but he still doesn’t like me showing our mate such disrespect. “Tm sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. “

me, seeming entirely unfazed. I suppose that’s the difference between an alpha and an omega. Jane would either quiver or defy me, but

everything, besides,” She adds wryly, nodding towards the waiting room. “I

I recall just how loud we’d been during our argument, I begin, “Then you already know what I have to say. I’m sorry Matthew called you here, but I’m afraid it

c0cks her head to the side.

you truly know my situation then you know things are pretty bleak. No one should have to cope with this stress – especially not when we don’t have a pre-existing relationship. I made an exception for my daughter, but she wants to be

you too?” She poses, raising both brows now. “What if I don’t know

want

rejected me all those years ago. You never asked me what I wanted or how I felt

I

young age. They came from a very poor background, so they wanted the very best for me, they wanted me to be able to succeed when I eventually found my mate.” Nina shares, sounding a bit bitter now. “You can

I profess honestly. “You have to know it wasn’t about you – I was

understand that I have spent my life training to be a Luna and nothing else. I never had a career, I never searched for love

She continues, “It’s all they ever wanted and I accepted it as my destiny because they sacrificed everything

she probably realizes. My upbringing wasn’t so different. I was raised to be an Alpha and nothing else – I

feel.” I admit stiffly. “My childhood and adolescence was consumed

the time, maybe she imagined my rejection would give her the chance to branch out and do what she actually wanted, but by then it was too late. “How do you think my parents took the news that you were

really

me that you’re sorry again.” She interjects. “I don’t need empty apologies. I need action – and you have a chance to make this up to me.”