The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Ethan

Unlike most kids, I never hated going to the doctor. I never feared shots or had anxiety visiting the dentist. It wasn’t until Paisley was born that I began dreading the sympathetic smiles of nurses or grim faces of physicians with the unfortunate burden of bearing bad news. Over the years, watching my baby battle her heart condition taught me to absolutely despise hospitals and the sterile scents of testing facilities. I can’t walk into a doctor’s office without my heart sinking into my stomach, even if it’s just for a routine wellness check.

Those feelings of dread only grew when it became my turn to battle for my life, though Paisley is still at the heart of it. I wouldn’t care so much about my fate if it weren’t for her. I know Jane and the other pups are safe with Devon, I know they’re healing and well on their way to bright futures. What’s more, over the last three months Matthew and Nina have helped me make plans to ensure the pack’s survival and prosperity if the worst should happen, but I’m terrified of what my death will do to Paisley. The pack will recover. Jane, Parker, Ryder and Riley will recover.. Paisley might not.

So when I enter my doctor’s office this afternoon, my insides automatically tie themselves into knots. I’ve come to expect bad news from appointments like these, and even though I’ve been improving in recent months, I can’t unlearn all those years of fear and heartbreak. It’s something of a surprise then, when my doctor enters with a wide smile on his face.

I narrow my eyes at him, not trusting that he’s entered the right room. My suspicion only grows when he greets me with the same warm expression, “Hello Alpha.”

I cock my head to the side, flaring my nostrils as if I imagine I might be able to sniff out whatever trick is about to be played on me. “Why are you smiling like that?” I demand, wondering if he’s trying to soften some imminent blow with his friendly demeanor. “Oh Goddess, how bad is it?

How long do I have?”

The physician rolls his eyes and gives me an exasperated look. “Honestly Ethan, it’s not bad news. Have you no hope at all?”

“No, I don’t.” I quip, still overwhelmed with suspicion. “If it’s not bad news, then what is it?” I press, “Are you trying to sell me something, or butter me up so I’ll give you a recommendation to the board?”

“I don’t know how your mate puts up with you.” He jokes, but his eyes linger on me, as if he’s trying to gauge my reaction. The pack had been taken by genuine surprise when I introduced Nina as my fated mate. After everything that happened with Jane, Eve and the kidnapping, no one ever expected our family to split up. In the end I gave the excuse that traumatic experiences like ours could bring couples closer together or tear them apart, and we unfortunately qualified as the latter.

That had provided the tabloids with plenty of material, but things really notched up when I announced my relationship with Nina. The gossip has been endless and unbearable.

Seeming to gather that I’m not going to give him any insights on my private life, my doctor eventually continues. “Your latest scans are excellent, Alpha.” He announces. “The fluid around your spinal cord has finally reduced enough that our chances of a successful surgery are now around 50 percent – which is a vast improvement from a few months ago.”

I repeat. “And what is failure, exactly? It doesn’t work and we try again later, or

have three or four months left before you cross a point of no return. Now, we can wait another month or two and hope that your chances will improve into the 60 percent range, but I can’t predict what mental state you’ll

hope for, ten percent?” I inquire, the gears turning

mental may not be. I’m advising you – as your physician and as a member of this pack who wants you to remain Alpha – do not wait on this surgery. Now is the best chance you have to come out of this in one piece, and if you wait we all might

nod, clenching my eyes shut against the truth of his words. “I need to talk to them.” I answer.

to stay with her as long as you possibly can, but if this works you can have a whole lifetime with her – in

still have to

hour later, it’s to the

isn’t funny! Come

accepted Nina, and she gets up to no end of mischief when I’m away. If I had to guess, I’d say my clever pup has decided to play hide and seek with my fated mate – despite

way,

told her it was bathtime and she pretended to

the dress at me,

of course this whole house smells like her so tracking her

under the couch. I hear a small giggle from the kitchen, and

set against her. I don’t think she’s ever dreamed of having children of her own, but I don’t think she

“She’s just a pup, Nina.” I remind her in a whisper. “And she’s had a very hard

glancing sympathetically towards the kitchen. She exhales heavily, and makes a gesture encouraging me to get on with

the other hand, continue the hunt, prowling into the kitchen and making ominous announcements every few feet, “Fee, Fie, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of a Paisley pup!” Occasionally I open a cabinet or drawer, making disappointed noises when I

microwave –