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. “

entirely unfazed. I suppose that’s the difference between an alpha and

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

you already know what I have to say. I’m sorry Matthew called you

her head to

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

want to be with you too?” She poses, raising both

name would you want to invite this misery

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

I

had asked me, I would have told you that I was raised my entire life being groomed to be an Alpha’s mate. My parents somehow sensed my fate and began training me from a 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 imagine how disappointed they were when I found you and

sorry,” I profess honestly. “You have to know it wasn’t about

that.” Nina confirms, “but now you need to understand that I have spent my life training to be a Luna and nothing else. I never had a career, I never

me for this role took all of my parents’ money, and all my free time.” She continues, “It’s all they ever

truth is that I understand more than she probably realizes. My upbringing wasn’t so different. I was raised to be an Alpha and nothing else – I never had any

admit stiffly. “My childhood and adolescence was

never saw any of this emotion when we first met, though maybe they weren’t as strong then. She was very young at 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 already mated?” She asks, clearly reading my thoughts. “Do you think they were accepting? That

I really

interjects. “I don’t need empty apologies. I need action – and you have a chance to make